It’s #NIAW and I’m a bit pressed for time (hello, life with twins), so my participation will be down this year. But I am thinking of all my friends and comrades still in the trenches, some of whom have been there for years. I wanted to share something that might help a little.
I bristle when someone refers to an unmedicated vaginal delivery as ‘natural’. The inference is that a medicated or caesarean birth is ‘unnatural’ (which is why I love the term ‘belly birth’) and therefore inferior to a birth where the baby was pushed—not pulled—out and without medical intervention. At best, ‘natural’ is a euphemism for … Read More about Book Review: “The Seed” by Alexandra Kimball
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“Does red hair run in your family?” It’s a question I’m asked every time I venture outside with my daughter. The bold side of me longs to snarkily reply, Well, red hair is a recessive gene, so it would have to, wouldn’t it?
I’m 37+1 with twins, each of whom is anticipated to weigh 6 lbs at birth. I feel like John Hurt in Alien, just before the alien baby bursts through his abdomen…
I first became aware of actress Kathryn Hahn in Transparent, and loved how she brought a gentle but feisty vulnerability to her role as the rabbi. Later, I was convinced to go to the movies to watch Bad Moms purely because she was in it—I really am not into chick flicks, but I will never … Read More about Review of Netflix’s movie, ‘Private Life’
My hospital has a volunteer doula program. When you arrive at Labor & Delivery, you’re asked if you’d like a doula—even if you’re having a caesarean. Last time, I declined a doula. I figured, why ‘bother’ someone for an hour-long surgery. What could a doula possibly help with?
My CBAC (Caesarean Birth After Caesarean) Birth Preferences, Twins Edition! I’m sharing this because a number of people on Instagram expressed interest in reading it. It’s specific to CBAC with twins, but you can download a more general/de-personalized version and adapt it to your needs.
This is my grandmother, Rita. She appears in my memoir in several places, so although the following isn’t an excerpt, it is a bit of a spoiler ;)
A year ago tonight, I was in floods of tears, labelling our daughter’s clothes for her first ever day at preschool. It had suddenly hit me that, with four failed cycles behind us (and a fifth one to follow), all of our daughter’s firsts might be our lasts.