I’ve been thinking about my birth experience with Florence, and how thankful I am that all went so well. It was a gift. It was such an uplifting, empowering and beautiful time. And yet I
I heard words, but my brain couldn’t register them.I had seen this happen in countless movies, when everything goes quiet and there’s a far off ringing in the ears…but here it was happening to me. Unknown
Grief comes in many shapes and sizes. One of the questions I
One of the most frequent questions I get asked is: what do
Over the holiday season my heart is more tender and bruised as
The doctor hands you a stack of papers. She’s circled and highlighted the
This post has been inspired by the countless people who brought us
A short while ago, I took my two younger daughters to a
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had a heart
I’m a mother but have no child to care for. After a
“Mom, is there a nurse here today?” my five year old son
This story comes from my midwife, Dawn Henderson. She was present at
It has been a long time since I’ve let myself be scraped