Apparently, I need to get back into the habit of writing thoughts outside of my head. Here is my first night back at it.
On September 13th at 11:17 Marlowe Francis was born. Sixteen days past her estimated date of confinement. At home. It was amazing. She is four weeks old today and my memories of her birth are starting to get romantic. I have a shitty first draft of her birth story that I am working on and have been since I started maternity leave.
If you'd like to read about the experience from our Doula's perspective you can check it out on my dear friend Steph's website.
Maybe one day I'll share it here. All I will say, is that the name of this blog has never been more appropriate.