I spent the morning with a friend whose 2 boys are the same age as mine–her first is 9 days older, her second is 9 days younger. I love the symmetry there. She’s rounding out nicely with baby number 3 and told me with a knowing grin that they had the test–it’s another boy and… Read More The swoon and growl of baby making
For some bonkers reason, pregnant women are given a due date of 40 weeks after the first day of their last period, even though the average day of arrival for first and second babies hovers around to week 41 . So, odds are that if you know a pregnant lady, it’s likely she’ll go past… Read More What to say to any pregnant woman on earth who is close to her due date
We’re picking up, right where I left off last time–in the hospital, having rhythmic and mild contractions after taking Misoprostol and feeling vindicated for choosing to be induced after the baby’s heart decelerations returned with my contractions. Between the oxygen and IV fluids they gave me, the baby recovered beautifully, and we all tucked in… Read More How I came to love the hospital birth that I didn’t want, Part 2
Two weeks ago today, I had a baby. He’s right over there, in bed next to me. Two weeks and one day ago, I agreed with my midwives that the home birth I had hoped for was not the safest option, and I sobbed while I packed my hospital bag. Three weeks ago, I was… Read More How I came to love the hospital birth that I didn’t want, Part 1
Here we are again. This strange, in-between time just before a baby is born. I remember this trembling-on-the-edge feeling from the days before I birthed J. I felt fiercly protective and nostalgic about my life as I knew it, so I printed out a whole bunch of pictures and hung them over our couch. Pictures… Read More Trembling on the edge of baby number two
I’m primarily a stay at home mom. And sometimes people pay me to work as a doula and as a freelance video producer and editor. When I have a project or a client or both, I trade time I normally spend cleaning and cooking for the opportunity to dive into a creative project and relationship.… Read More Confessions of a mostly stay at home mom
Snapshots are what I’ve got. Connecting life’s latest happenings into some sort of coherent narrative would take far too much energy. And life is demanding that I loosen my grip and let everything be semi-orchestrated, chaotic, disconnected and connected. Here’s what’s going on. When our renters moved out in February, we got a bee in… Read More Snapshots
