Their relentless love is why I am still here. They needed me in their world, so I returned to stability, self-compassion, and most days, even self-love. My children and I talk about the scars on my arms, and those years of my itinerant, unstable motherhood, and their fears for me -- that the bipolar dragon might return and carry me back to its cave.
Why is it that when a women is pregnant it's all about how gorgeous her bump is and yet when the baby is born, it suddenly becomes something offensive?
If it weren't for emergency C-sections, my son and I wouldn't be here today. Over the past year and a half, I've written and re-written this post mor...
The strange, gorgeous creature I pushed out of me two years ago has pulled me out of my comfort zone ever since, like yarn unspooling, drawing me out, or perhaps back to a place where I lived as a child -- in the present, in this moment, where I hear birds singing and I taste the warm rain.
I had another friend that asked if I felt like I had "missed out" on giving birth. I'm sorry, but I'm pretty sure I gave birth.
A culture that holds laboring women more or less to the usual social norms and stifles their full expression during birth is one that limits women's coping mechanisms.
Obviously, you are here because as a mother you have failed. Or maybe you haven't failed yet and are getting ready to fail in the next couple of weeks. How exciting?!
I ended 2014 at the hospital having my third child, on Dec. 31, via Cesarean section. I had never had surgery before and wasn't nervous until they wheeled me to the operating room. It was so sterile and felt a LOT different than my two previous, natural births.
It's a beautiful thing when you're pregnant. It inspires a sweet curiosity from those around you who want to know information; to share in your planning and the decisions you've made around the birth of your child or children. It's a beautiful thing... until it's not.
This is the last time I will go through the journey of pregnancy, difficult as it is for me. The last time I will experience the joy of first seeing my child on an ultrasound screen. The final time I will feel the initial flutters of movement that eventually turn into all out kicks and punches.
As Zika makes its way north, pregnant women should be concerned about small babies, not only small heads. Despite being world-class and first-rate in every way, for at least a century, the United States has been satisfied in accepting the fact that some newborn babies just won't make it, especially black ones.
Women all over are holding onto sad, sad memories of their previous labors and birth, and if not worked through, they are taking them with them to the next birth and the one after that, never freeing their mind to the idea that it could be different next time.
No single artist played a greater role in the era of the Sexual Revolution than a young woman born in Chicago with the name Judy Cohen who renamed herself Judy Chicago.
Before you I was lost. Confused. Sometimes even a little depressed. I made some silly decisions, but who doesn't when they're young? Nothing too bad, ...
You're pregnant, yay!! How frickin' exciting, I can feel your excitement from here, eeek:) If you're anything like I was when I got pregnant the firs...
I recently received a message from a mother who suggested that some of the "bad stories" shared by my project Little Tsunami might scare off other mums, and that showing both sides of the motherhood coin could be a better approach.