It was always a given that my husband would be present during each of our children’s births. But then came our fourth baby.
When birthing day arrived and my midwife couldn’t make it in time, I was so glad I’d listened to my instincts about my birthing team.
Many women don’t think twice about giving birth in a hospital as it has been our society’s norm for the last decade. I didn’t even know I had other options when I had my first baby thirteen years ago.
To explain to people that don’t understand depression, to me it’s like being in a nightmare that you can’t wake up from. You can’t just make the feelings go away. It’s real and it’s frightening. It’s that monster that is running to get me and I can’t run fast enough to get away from it. It gets me and it holds me down.
Weight is really just a number on the scale and becoming hyper focused on that number only caused me to feel stressed and to focus more on that number instead of paying attention to what my body needed each day of my pregnancy.