I cried in the baby aisle at Target today. All because of a small yellow bath sponge. You know the kind that you can lay your baby on in the bath tub and it gives them a nice little cushion? That kind. Target hasn’t had it for months but I keep looking and today was no different. I threw the diapers in the cart and headed to look down the bath aisle. I stood there and looked at the baby tubs and bath seats and tears welled up in my eyes. I felt so ridiculous. I was crying because they still don’t have the bath sponge. I was crying because…

Sometimes I feel like Elphaba from Wicked. Green face. Different than others. Not wicked, just not like you. I’m in a different club. A club of green face moms who measure output and diligently measure milliliters of input. Our children have foreign objects in their body that help keep them alive. We compare poo consistency as if we are talking about the weather. Our children see their pediatricians and specialists more than our relatives. We’re different. In the beginning, I would walk around Target and watch happy moms in their skinny jeans with their perfectly healthy children and want to scream. I wanted to run up and say “Don’t you…