Let me tell you my birth story…

Trigger warning. Triggers everywhere, in the sheets, on the floor, in my hands... with a flutter, with a cramp, with ripping and a scream, we are triggering all the way to where I have been for 15 years. I am bleeding. We are racing towards the hospital. I am in the middle seat in the … Continue reading Let me tell you my birth story…

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…