August 24th, 2021 | by Jennifer Samson-Acker
In the world before my father was dying, hospitals were hopeful, exciting, and filled with surprise—jelly smeared on my growing uterus, ultrasounds listening for the thump, thump, thump
April 6th, 2021 | by Erica Hoffmeister
I hear the platitudes: you’re going to miss these days. Despite years of correcting assumptions about my never-baby-fever, I begin wondering if the adage is, in fact, accurate. I’ve lit myself on fire with feeling guilty for my inability to revel in the moment. I just want it to end.
March 25th, 2021 | by Liz Tichenor
The breast pump had arrived that afternoon, the Monday after Fritz died, at the same time as a stout flat-rate box of hand-me-down clothes from my cousin, who I later heard felt horrible about the timing, having mailed the package when Fritz was still alive
September 30th, 2020 | by Alexandria Bolden
My milk was starting to come in, and I went to the salon.
August 31st, 2020 | by Lauren Tanabe
After months of attempting every contortion that existed in the space between her mouth and my breast, it became clear that if I wanted her to have my milk (and this, I knew I needed), it would have to be pumped, squeezed, and wrung out of me
March 9th, 2020 | by Zhenya Bourova
It is 8.46am when I see you for the first time, impossibly small and slick with blood as they hand you to me in the operating theatre.
October 29th, 2019 | by Marion Deutsche Cohen
“What is it about babies?” #Poems
October 24th, 2019 | by Marisol Cortez
If the heroine is cautious or follows the rules, she remains a Good Girl, unchanged--end of story. But if she is a Birth Warrior, she does the One Forbidden Thing
September 19th, 2019 | by Jericho Vincent
1 in 7 mothers experiences postpartum depression. And yet, naming it still makes me uneasy. Women used to be given the diagnosis of "Hysteria" if their minds or bodies rebelled.
