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+ Nobody Told Us it was a Promotion I am 42 + I am living my life for the very first time. No actually. My daughter is an adult, turning 20 in under 10 days + is in college. I started aerial + pottery the summer before I turned forty. Which means I have been…
One of the biggest things that they don’t tell you about consent during labor is it has to be re-established every five minutes + the overall environment isn’t really set up for it in a natural way. Consent isn’t a form that you sign when being admitted. It isn’t a checklist of things that you…
At some point between the ages of 37 + 42, my body started talking to me in a way that I never paid attention to before. I used to pride myself on being able to get the smallest amount of sleep, maybe 4 hours + still being able to run around doing all the things…
There is no secret behind the disparity rates when it comes to Black women in labor + having babies. Black women in this country die in childbirth at about three times the rate of white women. That is a cold hard fact. Even in that reality the number isn’t a tragedy in the least bit….
Oooo girl, I am coming to you live the week before my period + I’m going to describe exactly what I am feeling. I want you to tell me if I’m lying or if you can relate. This week I’ve woken up every morning bloated. Nothing fits right. I’ve passed the mirror more than once…
There’s a word that I didn’t hear until my thirties. A word that made everything click for me. The word that changed everything about what it is I do + how I show up in spaces. When I was first told about matrescence, literal tears came to my eyes. In the simplest of definitions, matrescence…
You know what happens at the six week postpartum appointment? They weigh you. Check your blood pressure. Take a look at your incision or your perineum. You will be asked about bleeding. They will ask you if you have been feeling sad + they will wait for you to say no. Then they tell you…
I didn’t grow up dreaming of becoming a mother. Having a baby of my own. The thought never actually occurred to me as a choice even. I was one of those girls that didn’t play with dolls + you could almost always find me climbing a tree or riding the four-wheeler. Somewhere covered in mud,…
Yesterday I turned forty-two. Every year I do this thing where I take honest inventory of the last 365 days. Not a resolution, truthfully I’m not built for resolutions. This inventory look is more like: what did this year actually ask of me + did I answer the call. Year forty-one asked a lot of…
I am fresh off back to back births + it’s my birthday week. Typically around this time of year I start reflecting on the different stages of my life before landing on the motherhood branch. In the past five days I have had the complete honor of supporting two of the most tenderest births. A…