Women in my city often talk trash about delivering at the local teaching hospital. Here’s why you shouldn’t think twice about giving birth with a room full of onlookers.
Having a baby comes with some unpleasant side effects that usually go away within a few months. I’ve got one that appears to be staying put.
Having my babies delivered a mix of effort and emotion unlike anything I had ever experienced. I sound crazy, but I loved every excruciating second of giving birth.
Women deserve to give birth however they damn well please. Why are some hospitals standing in the way?
Heading back to work, and it’s time to see what from my pre-baby wardrobe will fit me. Guess how this story turns out?
After Peanut’s weird birth, I had no idea what to expect. And just like last time, I had a super weird delivery that went completely off the rails.
When your first pregnancy ends at 37 weeks, every day past that is a whole new level of discomfort and impatience. But for me, every day I creep closer to the 40-week mark means a higher chance of my husband missing Squeak’s birth.
A doula wasn’t part of my birth plan, mostly because of the out-of-pocket cost. But then I went out one night and had a serendipitous meeting.
I partook in a few pregnancy “no-nos” in the past week and got to thinking: why are we so uptight about this stuff?