Strength and dignity—she is tender, she is fierce One woman every minute dies in childbirth*. I am not her. You’re not either. But every “her” has a name. She’s built
She was at my door trying to sell me one of those dinner box services. Believe me, I would sign up if we could afford such things. Brilliant concept.
I have so many things I wish I could share right now about having my son, but the words haven’t formed easily; they’re still hovering over the deep, and there’s
I’m due with my sixth baby any day now, but there are only three car seats fitted into our car. Three of our babies have died before we ever held
At thirty-four weeks pregnant I’ve now reached the stage where pretty much anything can spark tears. It’s like all the tears from eight months of pregnancy have been stored up and
NOTE: I’m going to post this piece below, but before I do I need to tell you that since drafting it, we’ve lost our newest child to the beast that
I had a day last week filled with both excitement and dread. The dread ended up deflating itself once brought into the light of day, leaving me only with excitement.
If you’ve been reading here for any length of time you may have picked up that I’m a bit passionate about encouraging moms – especially new moms and moms of
Let me set the record straight: No, I’m not a midwife. And no, I’m not a doula. But apparently when you spend any period of time posting and advocating for
Maybe it was because this is my third pregnancy. Maybe it was because I had recently started a nutritional cleanse and was more in tune with the needs of my
How to tell your husband that… And can you please just look at Judah’s expression in that second photo again? It’s like he knew what was going on… “You mean