Joyce Fegan: When parenthood and a pandemic collide
It might sound smooth in hindsight but the feet-finding, as all parents young and old will attest, was a doubt-filled high-stakes rollercoaster of trial and error
High on oxytocin and woozy from a little too much blood loss, I lean over to my husband and say: “Let’s take her to London to see in July.” It feels ecstatic saying it. And I feel delirious saying it. But the plan felt real and exciting and it summed up how I hoped to parent, with a full and daring heart.
That was this time last year.





