Lawton, Oklahoma
August 2nd, 2022 | by Melissa Wabnitz Pumayugra
Mere hours after she died in the room alone, stale potato chips left on the adjacent table, my son emerged.
Browsing the "birth" Tag
Contraction
July 19th, 2022 | by Cara Howard
It dawned on me: I’d been crowded out of my own home. Even worse, I’d participated in my own disappearance
This Was Not The Plan: On Birth, Grief, and a Pandemic Delivery
June 17th, 2022 | by Molly O. Kemper
It’s disheartening to hear someone sigh so morosely every time she looks up your vagina
The Golden Hour
March 10th, 2022 | by Alyssa Sinclair
She wore only a diaper. There was an oxygen tube in her nose. There was an IV in one arm, bulky gauze taped in various spots on her hands.
Spirit of the Sun: Birthing Again at Home
January 31st, 2022 | by Laura Eliasieh
Pregnancy with my second daughter inspired me to deepen my understanding of our family’s ancestry. Connecting with the soulful past,
A Better Mother: On Breastfeeding in a Pandemic
January 13th, 2022 | by Julia Nusbaum
There was a pandemic raging outside the walls of my hospital room. All I wanted was to keep my baby safe.
Fucking Colic. And Fuck Colic.
July 20th, 2021 | by Holly Jean
At first, I felt like it was my responsibility to bring Jack to peace because I was the creator, the mother, the vessel. I was the food supply
Count
June 29th, 2021 | by Rachel Parsons
I’m so tired, I say. When do I get to stop? When the baby comes, the doula said
My Pandemic Valentine Baby: A Comic
February 12th, 2021 | by Jillian Dickson
A pandemic baby with a February 14th due date: fun times!
Joanna Clapps Herman’s NOA SONGS
December 11th, 2020 | by Joanna Clapps Herman
This creatura, miracoluccia, piccinina, thislittle, especially against my chest, arms splayed, loosened to comfort, in surrender.