This post is for the women who are silent. The ones that will quietly nod their heads and wipe their angry tears. Birth isn’t always what you dreamed it would be, is it?
After my miscarriage, I had been going through the motions. Grieving some, but we all know life doesn’t just stop. I had to make myself get out of bed. I still do.
If only I could have met myself, walking into the hospital that day. Contracting and breathing heavily, anxious to meet my first born. I would have held my shaking hand and wiped my salty tears from my pained face. I would have had the chance to say to myself what no Mother is prepared for. What they don't teach at birthing classes. What you don't think about as you're registering at Target .
I see you there trying to find your place in the chaos of our days together. I see you striving to get my attention, to read one more book at …