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 hiding in the kitchen,
With my kombucha and some crisps.
No one noticed I snuck off,
My partner is entertaining the kids.

MUSINGS.
Who am I now that I am a mother? How does this fit with the person I was?

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.