Inhale…hold…2…3…

There is bubbling inside me rising panic calm pushing down rising fear serenity pushing down and I am reminded of the breaths I forgot to take as I rode the waves of birth pushing holding pressing rolling squeezing ripping no air no space no end until there was a scream. But the first time there … Continue reading Inhale…hold…2…3…

That’s Me In The Corner

I clutch the bar of the stroller and rock it back and forth, even though the baby is scampering about the room.  The movement keeps my shaking hands hidden from view.  I feel the tension in my shoulders and neck.  The room begins to go out of focus.  There is a roar in my ear.  … Continue reading That’s Me In The Corner