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MissHezah is the digital alter ego for Heather Sundell, a Los Angeles based writer, blogger, storyteller, and professional creative content person. She writes about parenting, personal finance, career, and general life crap. Apologies in advance for the unsolicited advice.
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How to Be A Helper

*Trigger Warning: Blood, hospitals, and medical descriptions   “Help! Grab a paper towel,” I tell my husband as my hand rushes to my face, feeling hot blood starting to pour out of my nose.   “Can you help my wife?” My husband frantically asks the woman at the front...

Two Years

“I’m sorry you had to meet me this way,” is a statement I very seriously said out loud to my son, cradling him in the hospital the day he was born. I was referring to my hair. Seems a bit dramatic, I know.    I’ve always had...

A Year of Being Small

"So, when are you going to start driving your car?" Some old fart of a man at the Subaru dealership chortled at me a couple months ago, after checking my mileage. I gave him a courtesy laugh, muffled behind my mask. It wasn't worth explaining...

The Micro-Rebellion

I don't really like baths. By the time I reach a point of really wanting one, they usually feel like too much work. When the tub is finally filled, candle lit, and face mask procured, the moment has often passed for me. Also, I don't...

So Tired of Cleaning

My 11-month-old son doesn't use a pacifier anymore; he prefers to suck his thumb. I don't blame him, and nor am I surprised. I, myself, was a voracious thumb sucker. In fact, I loved it so much that at eight years old, I was threatened...

Becoming Unspecial

I didn't know it was the last time I would pump expressed milk. I didn't know it would be the last time I'd nurse my son. One was my decision and the other was his –– both were after the fact. It's not how I...

Beyond These Walls

A week ago, we broke the seal. No, I'm not talking about giving into peeing during a night of drinking –– a term I distinctly remember learning in a gross bathroom at the SAE house during one of my first weeks at college. We popped...

Don’t Ask A New Mom

This post was written for and originally appeared on The Tot.   Pregnancy, labor, and delivery and postpartum are equally exciting and overwhelming moments in the lives of new parents, but especially moms. It’s understandable that an inner circle of friends and family want to share in...

A Low Bar For Self Care

Everyone knows that mothers don't have time for themselves. What people are just now discovering is that mothers in quarantine somehow bend the principles of mathematics and have even less time for themselves. Every day is the same struggle of trying to work from home,...

A Letter To Myself

Dear 7 Months Postpartum You,   Life feels pretty surreal, huh? People keep referring to the “new normal,” but nothing has felt normal for a really long time. 2019 was anything but, kicking January off with a positive pregnancy test and ending with a 9pm bedtime on...