About three years ago, we decided to do something brave. We changed our lives. We’d been contemplating for some time but were to afraid to pull the trigger on it. We moved out of the big city into a small city an hour away.
When you were new, falling asleep was your specialty and you’d do it anywhere, anytime. Bedtime was irrelevant because nobody really knew if it was 4 am or 11 pm, and nobody cared. You ate, you grunted, you slept, and I synched myself around your sleep.
Birth stories make me cry. They touch on something really tender within me – a deep joy, a longing, a sadness. They trigger memories of the feeling of completion that comes when as moms we welcome our newborn for the first time. They trigger memories of an unmatched joy. And sometimes, they trigger memories of pain, of trauma, of loss.