A Tale of Birth #2

Birth stories have never ceased to inspire, amaze, and move me. Do they do that to you too?

I’m continuing my theme of birth stories this month (click here for baby #3’s or baby #4’s), and I hope you have been enjoying it so far! For me, a walk down memory lane often does a world of good (especially if said child is driving me nuts today….”But look how cute and tiny you were!!”)


January 2014

I was now 42 weeks and 3 days pregnant, anxious and exhausted. Continue reading “A Tale of Birth #2”


A Tale of Birth #3

I love birth stories. They are filled with such power and wonder, tenderness and strength.

So during the month of August, I will be sharing the birth stories of my other children (here is baby number 4’s ). Be forewarned, they are not necessarily in order (just to keep it interesting….and slightly confusing…)

June 2015

I was 41 weeks and 4 days pregnant.

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My Tiny House Adventure

I swear she was my friend.

I mean, she wouldn’t lead me to some unknown neighborhood with vague claims of a hotel just for a laugh, right? Perhaps twenty years of friendship with me had driven her off the deep end…..

Because clearly there was no hotel here. Did she think there was one tucked in among the slightly sketchy 1970s houses? Oh, an Airbnb, she clarifies. Now I know we’ll be staying in someone’s basement where body parts are hidden in a corner freezer….

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Act 1, Scene 2

The change is subtle, yet always shocking.

One moment, he’s a baby, crawling and squawking for milk. A perfect picture of dependence. It was only a few days ago that I gave birth to him, right?

Then one unexpected day, a step is taken. A precarious, hesitant, definitive step. And from that moment on, the little back seems straighter, stout legs grow firmer. The curtain falls on the infant, and rises to reveal the little boy in the next scene. Continue reading “Act 1, Scene 2”