I wish I had realized there was no such thing as being too young to have mental health issues. That there was nothing shameful about postpartum struggles.
Meg Boggs reached out to other mom bloggers to share their own postpartum bodies for her project This Is Postpartum. They did and the result is beautiful.
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I wish that our culture valued the most vital month postpartum as a time for healing our bodies and holding our babies. Sadly, I’m not sure we ever will.
The first step to teaching small children where babies come from is by always correctly naming their body parts.
I tell my small children the truth about where babies come from because it is a natural biological function that has been shrouded in shame and control for too long.
Did you know that male midwives are a thing? Would you choose a male midwife? Would you refuse one if he were assigned to you? Let's talk!
He is FINALLY here — our rainbow baby is home.
After gaining as much as forty pounds and pushing a cantaloupe out my vagina, I wondered: will my body ever be the same?
I didn’t want an episiotomy. And I told my doctor so on page three of my seven page birth plan.
We are already so hard on women, and women are so hard on themselves. We shouldn’t set them up to feel like any birth that ends in a healthy child is a failure.
"Cesarean birth is beautiful, powerful, strong, and brave."