Waking Up in Puddles.

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One month from tomorrow, I’ll turn 36 years old. I’m still young enough to have children, but certainly old enough to experience the beginnings of perimenopause. Given this limbo, whatever’s going on with my body right now feels like a riddle to be solved. I remember right after I had my babies, I would wake up in puddles of sweat,...


Helpers.

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Women in America get pregnant. They go to the doctor (or sometimes a midwife) and get prenatal care. When their due date draws near, someone may throw them a ritual baby shower to fill their home with Onesies and diapers. Then the birth day comes and the baby transfers from the inside to the outside. The mother and new baby...


Do Partners Get a Say in Birth Plans?

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Today I’ll be talking about something I have basically no experience with: Unsupportive Birth Partners. I am so far removed from that type of situation that it’s difficult for me to imagine the scenario, but I often see women complaining of just such a problem so I think it warrants a discussion. I’ll try to do this without seeming like...


Interviewing Your Birth Team: Part 2 – Midwives

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One of the questions I get most often from pregnant women is “What sort of questions should I be asking?” It’s probably the number one google search for pregnant women who know that they should be researching their options. (Many pregnant women, like I was the first time, have no idea that there are questions to ask the birth team...


Interviewing Your Birth Team: Part 1 – Doulas

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One of the questions I get most often from pregnant women is “What sort of questions should I be asking?” It’s probably the number one google search for pregnant women who know that they should be researching their options. (Many pregnant women, like I was the first time, have no idea that there are questions to ask the birth team...


Landing on The Other Side of Poverty

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If you’ve read much of my writing, you know that I grew up extremely poor. How poor? No heat in the winter kind of poor. Living in a camper kind of poor. Can’t see a doctor unless you’re dying kind of poor. No eyeglasses or dentistry kind of poor. Going hungry every day at school kind of poor. Digging change...


How I Ended Up on Lithium.

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Ten days ago, I sat in my psychiatrist’s office ready and willing to hear whatever she had to say. But being there, being willing and open, only came after a long, hard road of being totally unwilling to admit the truth to myself. There was a time in my life when I resisted getting help for the buzzing in my...