THE BLOG
Honest writing about motherhood.
What I’m learning personally, what I’m seeing in my work with women, and the things I wish we talked about more openly.
The old version of me is dead. This one is better.
I kept trying to get my old life back. Letting it go was the whole point.
Birth stories aren't something you process once.
I thought I'd processed it. Seven months later, it still surfaces.
Bad nights happen to me. Bad mornings are my choice.
Some nights just happen to you. The morning is still yours.
It was never the baby gear that made me feel prepared.
Nothing I bought could prepare me, yet I already had what I needed.