At 10am I looked at the clock, deep in labor and my birth tub, I looked at Charlie and my midwife. Pleaded with my eyes and said “I cannot make it till 4pm.” “I don’t think you’ll have to” my midwife replied. I didn’t believe her. My first daughter was born at 4pm. I was…
Evers birth was fast and beautiful. My body opened wide and she slid out scowly and cuddly and the joy filled exclamation mark of our family. With her birth the door swung wide. Wide to body acceptance, birth culture, mother of multiple children, and the onset of her sister being a full fledged preschooler who…
I have my fingers dipping into so many little pots, stirring and tasting and trying, but not quite seeing the ends yet. It’s a phase of calm and consistent. Eating well even if my jeans stay tight, of running the miles even if they feel hard each time, of talking her off the ledge and…
{I originally wrote this as a short post on my Facebook mom group. But as I wrote it I realized the real challenge to be bold, vulnerable, true and myself was to put it here. This is the baby book. And these are the moments. Body be damned. This moment is beautiful…
I keep waiting for her to be quiet and not need me, long enough to write about how incredible she is. Long enough to put down into words how amazing it is to see the cogs turn, the words come, the abilities pour out, and her growing go faster-faster-faster till it’s spinning so fast we…
The girls are so different. Fire and Water, spunk and calm. But when they nurse they entwine fingers, share milky smiles, and Nolie rubs Ever’s back in a way that makes my heart soar. They are two sides of the same coin and share these round doe eyes that give me that look. The one that…
For the first year of Nolie’s life I couldn’t imagine, fathom, or even understand how anyone could have more than one child. Not because it was difficult (it was, but not in any way that made me think two wouldn’t be possible) but because my heart was so overfilled with love for this tiny…
9am: all the sounds changed. The midwife had only been her a few minutes, was setting up a few things, and it all changed. The fear about my babies position was gone and I alternated standing and sitting in my room through loud moans. My parents arrived, and the whirl wind began. I laid in my…
