It took me three births to cry the moment I saw my newborn for the first time. When my first child was born, I was terrified. I didn't know what to do with him, how to hold him so he'd feel comforted, how to feed him. I did feel an instant connection with Jack, but... Continue Reading →
Twas a cold and breezy afternoon when Mommy felt a twinge in her belly. And then another. And another. Her doctor had been unimpressed with a half-centimeter of dilation after weeks of bouncing on a birthing ball and strolling the aisles of Target to try and move things along, so he took a gander and... Continue Reading →
