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My Natural Birth Center Birth Story – Part 2

Click. It went dark. I turned off the giraffe lamp in Bennett’s room, and I swallowed the rock that lodged in my throat as I cupped my hand under my belly, the way I always did when I wandered out of his bedroom at night. In my short journey through the darkness of his room, I realized I had just said goodnight to my firstborn for the last time…the last time as my only one. The moment was surprisingly pivotal...

My Natural Birth Center Birth Story – Part 1

The gush woke me up. My eyes shot open, and adrenaline quickly traveled to each corner of my body. When it reached my chest, my heart squeezed and went into rapid rhythm. I turned to nudge Stuart. “Babe,” I said as I kept nudging. “Babe…I just felt a huge gush.” His eyes opened slowly as he turned to face me. “I think I’m leaking,” I said while he rolled over to touch on the bedside tap light. I slowly hoisted my...

A Letter to My Husband From the Girl You Made “Mom”

Dear Husband, You probably don’t recognize me these days. You know…without my pretty face on, without my wedding dress, without that “fool-in-love” look in my eyes. Believe me, I miss her too. I haven’t forgotten the way you looked at her, and that’s what makes this hard. So much has changed. So much time has gone by. Now, there’s less quiet. There’s less candlelit dinners, fizzy wine, and late nights re-falling in love, talking about the beautiful house we’ll live...

A Story With a Rainbow at the End

When you lose a baby, there is this shadow. There is this darkness you inherit. Sometimes it fades into the background of your life, but sometimes, it does come back. When I got a positive pregnancy test on June 7th, I bit my lip hard between my teeth and held it there while I stared into the bathroom mirror. I felt sick to my stomach, and there was that shadow, back again. Bennett, just 10 months old, looked up at me...

6 Simple Ways to Cancer-Proof Your Lifestyle

A couple months ago, I tossed 21.4 pounds of personal care products in the trash. 21.4 POUNDS. And that was just personal products like lotions, shampoos, makeup removers, hair gels, deodorants, etc. After that, I went ahead and threw out kitchen, bathroom, and household cleaning products too. Add those in, and I’m sure I was close to 50 pounds of commercial products going to the dump. Here’s why: Known carcinogens. Known endocrine-disruptors. Known neurotoxins. These products were full of them. And with the rise in...

Pretty in PinkBlush: How to Embrace Your “Mom-Bod” with Style [Free Giveaway]

I call it: the closet crisis. It’s that moment when you’re looking at endless outfits in horror…scanning through thousands of hangers holding styles that once were “so you,” but are now “so yesterday,” or worse, “so many years ago.” For me, this happened a few months postpartum. I was standing in front of a sea of crop tops, slim fits, outdated patterns, and not-so-flattering necklines. I was still working on shedding all of my pregnancy pounds (a whole, whopping 60 of them), and I...

Poem: Carrol & Dolores

This poem was written in January 2012 in honor of my Grandpa “Pete.” My grandpa died of Parkinson’s and Dementia; his wife Dolores, along with all of his children and grandchildren, took care of him for many months in his home as he slowly passed. I wrote this poem in reflection of a day I spent with him and the moments and words I will never forget he said to his bride. Carrol & Dolores You once had eight children with...

Cloth vs. Disposables: 10 Reasons Why You Should Cloth Diaper

I cannot tell you how many crazy looks I’ve gotten and the comments I’ve heard when people find out we’re a cloth diapering family. Eyes roll. Laughter ensues. Women look at their husbands and say, “No way, not for us; it’s too much work.” Or, “Ew that’s so gross.” “More laundry? No thanks.” “You put poop in your washing machine?” “Wait, you touch poop?” “You’re crazy.” Yes, I’ve heard it all and then some. I’m fine with it; I just smile and move...

The Hospital Birth of My First – Part 3: The delivery

~ This is a continuation of Part 2 ~ I didn’t look at the needle. I knew what it looked like. Instead, I buried my head in my husband’s shirt, bent forward, and gripped his biceps with my cold, fragile hands, desperately trying to stop my body’s convulsions–convulsions from being famished, from running on 42 hours without sleep, from complete physical weakness–all while the anesthesiologist kept repeating: Try and sit still. I closed my eyes, calming the tremors just barely, just...

The Hospital Birth of My First – Part 2: Induction of labor

~ This is a continuation of Part 1 ~ It was the corner room. It was the same room used during our tour of the hospital. It was stale and bland, as expected. It was nothing special, even though it was about to become center stage for the most beautiful show of life: the birth of our son. It seemed so close, so attainable, when I slipped into my gown. It got so real, so quickly, as I crawled into the bed. We’re going to...