Nourished

At the end of Jacob’s first week, I hobbled into my midwife’s office, bleeding and crying and snotting all over the place. She asked me how we were doing. “I’m bruised,” …

The Loneliness of Nursing

I sat on our soft, suede couch with my arms propped up on my pale green nursing pillow. A blanket was draped over my shoulders and my newborn son was …

The Love of Sister Friends

I was 12 weeks pregnant when Craig and I moved eight hours away from our home town. Eight hours away from our families. Eight hours away from nearly everything familiar. …