The Second Birth

…. as much as your husband or partner loves you, it’s really not possible for them to understand this part… and you need at least one person who ‘gets you’ to keep you sane. That, and probably coffee.

My husband wanted to have a second child a year later because he wanted our child to have a close sibling, and I agreed, although I wasn’t sure I was ready.  Because of my advanced maternal age we thought we shouldn’t wait.  I got pregnant again right away.

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My First Birth Story

As I held onto the top of the door and the roof and swung my huge body into the rental car, I felt something inside me shift, and the waters that my midwives had broken hours before finally released onto the back seat.

This past weekend my ten-year-old son and I were putting together some patio furniture in preparation for his birthday party.  As I handed him the parts, and he capably affixed them to the table, his blond hair glowed in the afternoon sunlight.  Ten summers ago, I was building patio furniture for my husband’s parents, while the boy now in front of me was still resident in my womb.

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