Becoming a mom in a pandemic? Advocate for yourself and ask for help.

As a scientist, I love planning meticulously for everything, and the arrival of my baby was no different. By January, my husband and I had a plan; I knew what to expect, and my parents would visit to help me during postpartum recovery and to take care of our newborn. We were all set and were looking forward to the arrival of our little one. Like all well-laid plans, disaster struck in the form of the COVID-19 pandemic…

I wonder where my wonder went.

the deeper I get into my Ph.D., the more I feel the wonder that brought me here fading. I feel a sense of loss, like I’m scraping the bottom of what once seemed like a bottomless barrel of curiosity. Perhaps it’s no coincidence this has happened near the end of my third year. Many Ph.D. students talk about the “third-year slump,” a time when nothing seems to work and everyone becomes just a little more bitter. Third year is the Wednesday of the graduate school experience…