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birth grief mental health

How my third birth began healing a lifetime’s worth of trauma

I was at my therapist today and she put her feet up on a stool due to a pain she was having and quickly apologized for being unprofessional. I stopped her mid sentence and laughed because (if you’ve read my previous blog posts) she was at my birth, she literally watched a child come out of my vagina. I said “seriously, we have a different relationship than that, you saw me push out a baby…put your feet up”.

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birth motherhood

We can’t choose when they come, they come when we need them

It was the day of my grandfathers funeral, my period was late and a piece of me knew I had to take a pregnancy test. I was terrified. We already had 2 kids and to be honest, they weren’t easy. Everything in my world was struggling and the last thing we needed was a new baby. But, the test was positive.