Elizabeth Broadbent

Ph.d drop-out, full-time hippie mama to three boys, Elizabeth spends her time blogging and writing. Her work has appeared in Time Magazine, Scary Mommy, xoJane, Babble, and others.

This Is What Weaning Was Actually Like For Me

My son August had recently turned 4, and I was still nursing him. I had previously told myself that I wouldn't breastfeed any of my sons after the age of 4, but I didn’t mind that I was still nursing August — that is, when he didn’t grab my breast,…
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I Had Postpartum Anxiety, And It Absolutely Paralyzed Me

It’s hard to parent when you think your baby’s head might fall off. This might sound like a joke, but in the grips of my postpartum anxiety (PPA), it was deadly serious. I knew about the fragility of necks, had seen my father twist the heads off…
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No, Steve Bannon, Parents Shouldn't Be Spanking Their Kids More — And I'm Proof Of That

Since Steve Bannon was appointed chief strategist to President-elect Donald Trump, people have been outraged that a noted bigot and misogynist will play a central role in the Trump White House. On Wednesday, comments made by Bannon about how to…
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My Severe Gestational Diabetes Affects Every Part Of My Life, Even After Baby

I knew something was wrong when I was vomiting up everything and started gaining weight. And not a pound or two; at 12 weeks pregnant, I had gained seven pounds in one week. According to the American Pregnancy Association, women with a body mass…
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My Back Labor Almost Destroyed Me

My labor started out normally. I'd lost my mucus plug about two days before the contractions started, so we knew they were coming. And they started slow and easy. We went to Target. I gleefully told a man who asked when I was due that I was in…
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I Was Fat-Shamed For My Pregnancy Weight Gain

I’d made it nine months, and it had been a very rough pregnancy. In the beginning, I’d suffered from horrific hyperemesis gravidarum, a complication that's an all-the-time, can’t-keep-food-down sickness that includes uncontrollable vomiting. I was…
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I Worried Breastfeeding Would Trigger Me Because I Hate Having My Nipples Touched

My nipples have always been hands-off territory. I had to suffer through inept boys who wanted to go up-shirt all through college, and an awkward conversation always ensued as I batted their hands away. “Don’t touch my nipples,” I’d tell them.…
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My Baby's Awful Latch Was Actually A Severe Tongue Tie

Sunny was born screaming. “Hey baby, hey baby,” I cooed at him. He still screamed, squishy newborn face screwed up, tiny mouth open. I rocked and jiggled him a little. “Baby, baby,” I said. Neither of my other sons had screamed like Sunny. They’d…
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I Won't Raise My Sons To Be Anything Like Donald Trump

By now, everyone in America’s heard it, so it hardly bears repeating. But Republican presidential nominee Donald Trump, in a leaked audio published by The Washington Post, said, when speaking of women, that you should just “grab ‘em by the p*ssy,"…
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The Reason I Fired My Pediatrician Had Absolutely Nothing To Do With Her Care

Our midwife recommended Dr. W as someone friendly to natural remedies, reluctant to give antibiotics, and friendly to alternative vaccine schedules. All these things were important to my husband and I back when we were entering parenthood for the…
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I Planned My Induction & I'd Do It Again In A Heartbeat

I’d always looked down on inductions. Sure, if you needed them for medical reasons, you needed them, but I never saw them as ideal. And I had heard of all of the risks the crunchy community likes to circulate about them: according to some midwives,…
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My Postpartum Depression & Anxiety Were Much More Dangerous Than I Realized

I had the baby blues after my first son was born. I spent New Year’s Eve in the bathroom crying, wondering what I’d done to myself and my life. When my second son was born, I had no problems whatsoever: my depression medication was adjusted…
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I'm Struggling With Attachment Parenting Now That My Kids Are Growing Up

“No!” I yell. “How many times have I told you not to jump on my freaking bed?!” My 6 year old stops bouncing. “Sorry, mama,” he says. But he doesn’t move. “Get off!" I scream. "Go make a bed fort or something! Go jump on your own bed!” Blaise…
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I Was Fat-Shamed For My Postpartum Weight By A Stranger

I used to be what my mother called a "skinny minnie." In college, I weighed 110 pounds soaking wet. When I got pregnant with my first son, I weighed around 130 pounds. But I gained weight really easy during my pregnancy and "popped" out my belly…
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I Had My First Panic Attack When I Was Pregnant

My husband and I wanted a baby. We knew we wanted a baby, and we intentionally conceived the baby. I got pregnant on the first “Hey, let’s give this a shot” attempt. I found out right at two weeks post-conception, at the earliest possible window a…
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Turns Out, I'm Not OK With My Postpartum Body

When my first son was born, I made a rookie mistake: I brought my pre-pregnancy jeans to wear home from the hospital. I could hardly get them over my thighs, let alone button them, and I was devastated. I don’t know what I was thinking. I had gained…
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This Is What Being A Homeschool Hippie Mom Really Looks Like

I don’t wake up for the bus. I don’t poke my kids awake in the dark, or pour them cereal they eat in a sleep-hazed stupor. I don’t pack lunches (or forget to pack lunches); I don’t hustle kids to a bus stop in the gray light of dawn. I don’t wave…
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My Partner Is An Attachment Parent & I'm So Proud Of That

My husband often wakes up with his arms flung out to the sides, with two of our young sons' heads resting on each. He says it hurts his back. But he knows the two older boys will sleep with him, so he doesn’t stop them. Every night he puts our…
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I Didn't Know I Had ADHD Until I Was Pregnant With My Third Child

I thought it was normal. My van looked like a fast food joint and a toybox exploded inside it. I had all the basic necessities, like sand toys and extra wipes and extra clothes, but I couldn’t find them under the massive piles of stuff. It took us…
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I Gave All Of My Kids Two Middle Names & I Don't Regret It

I know it sounds pretentious. We weren’t trying to imitate the Royal Family, and we’re not long-lost heirs to some sunny earldom. My kids are just about the only ones we know with two middle names, and it makes them — well, I’d say special, but most…
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