Birth was...well...like nothing I could have ever imagined. The same goes for living with a newborn. It has been a lot of ups and downs. No one tells you that along with the love and joy also comes feelings of extreme doubt and isolation.
So this is what a natural birth looks like. This is how it was meant to be... this is what the midwife meant when she said it was all natural... no medication, no support, no help, nothing... just pure unadulterated pain!!!
So, it is 11 AM and my wife is keeled over, holding the bed with one hand and her tummy with the other, in obvious pain. It is quite obvious that the labor has kicked into another gear from even a few minutes ago and that we are getting closer. "It is time to go", she says.
Countless women have had their accounts shut down, or downright cancelled because they posted "pornographic" or "obscene" material. What, exactly, did these women post? Images of labor
There are many pros and cons for a woman when choosing either a caesarian ...
Is it a matter of sticking to tradition, or do those against elective C-sections really have an argument worth listening to?
So you've done the classes, you've read the books... you've talked to and listened to all the people around you offering their advice. You think you are prepared. But are you really?
"Your son is beautiful, and everything looks fine, except that I do not see an anal opening." Imagine hearing those words from your doctor just minutes after bringing your baby into the world. I did not hear anything that came after that sentence. Beyond those words, I froze, and it was only the beginning.
Did you know birth is a lot like baseball?
What matters is that the individual himself accept the time and energy needed to metabolize and integrate the psychic change in order to continue with life in the present.
It is important to know your options & start planning for childbirth in a way that will best for you & your growing baby. In this post I will cover some of the options available along with some of my personal experience.
The clock is ticking, the weeks are ticking away... the countdown has definitely begun. We've bought the stroller, we've set up the crib, we've clean...
She came into my life on 2nd Nov, 9:30 am, over two and a half decades ago. It was a beautiful Monday morning and I was not expecting her for another week or so according to calculations by the obstetrician.
As a mom of two little humans, a fertility nurse, and writer for clinical content and patient education, you'd think I would've done this ages ago. I've tried to write it tons of times but can never seem to get it done. Every time it doesn't feel like something I should share. It never started with a glowing pregnancy, and it wasn't real pretty -- all the way through -- BOTH times. No glow zone, ladies.
For Mother's Day this year, a dear friend hosted a luncheon in honor of Kangu, the maternal health non-profit I founded three years ago. In her living...
As much as technology has destroyed our anonymity and facilitated a near zombie apocalypse with text-walking, it has given me my daughter, kept my dad alive post-bypass, and given me a forum in which to share this gratitude with you. Happy Mother's Day.