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I was recently diagnosed with gestational diabetes and anemia. Diabetes runs in my family. My mother developed it when she was pregnant with me —…
When I think back to the pandemic, I don’t just remember the fear, the uncertainty, or the long stretches of isolation—I remember Bailey. She was…
Growing up, I spent much of my childhood in Asia. Bangkok, Thailand, in particular, was where my family would go for annual check-ups or any…
Three years ago, I walked into F45 Edgewood with one simple goal: shed my pandemic pounds and start getting my body ready for pregnancy. What…
I am a displaced federal worker and the creator behind this blog.
In my first post, Part 1: Birth — The Six Week Postpartum Journey, I wrote about the intensity of those first weeks after giving birth — the physical recovery, the emotional shifts, and the reality that postpartum doesn’t magically resolve at six weeks. What I didn’t fully talk about then was this:I didn’t go through…
Survival Mode and Invisible Labor Birth is immediate. It is visceral and consuming and unmistakably human. In my case, it was also carefully planned—and then suddenly not. I went into the hospital for a scheduled induction because of gestational diabetes, prepared for a long but controlled process. We expected a large baby, close to nine…
Becoming pregnant — especially at 40 — has changed almost every part of my life. My routines, my priorities, and even my sense of identity have shifted. But the hardest change, the one that keeps catching me off guard, is how much it has limited my ability to show up for my mom during this…
Bureaucrat to Baby Steps 