MUSINGS.

We actually made it to midnight last night.

MUSINGS.

A year of transitions. Of breaking when I thought I was already as broken as I could be. Of cracking apart only to watch what grows up between the spaces this creates. Of tending to this fragility, this hope, this life.

POEM.
I’m longing for some freedom,
Or even a little space.
My arms are heavy, back sore,
But I am your favourite resting place.

MUSINGS.

Social support is a biological necessity. We are not meant to mother alone. Having a support network is so important, especially in the early days of motherhood.

MUSINGS.

The beginning of motherhood looks different for everyone and we can’t plan for everything that could and does happen during childbirth. But we can be prepared and empowered.