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anxiety, birth, Donna Bruschi, empowerment, fear, home, homebirth, midwife, mothering, postpartum depression, pregnancy, safety, VBAC -

Twins always arrive early. Right?

That's An Old Wive's Tale.

I look at my striated belly with the doughy soft puckers that have never flattened back into that gentle swell that used to be my belly.

If my twins had been early, I would not have this. At 36 weeks, my belly was a gigantic, unblemished orb. I had 1 or 2 stripes at 37 weeks.

Ar 39 weeks, my midwife and I were laughing at the incredible, angry red vortex radiating from my bellybutton. The stripes were something out of a science fiction story. Like a chick pecking the egg from the inside, it looked like my stomach was getting ready to rip open.

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compassion, emotions, gratitude, Jasmine Wood, joy, kindness, love, mama, parenting, Rita, toddler -

What are some better titles for what we do? I prefer "professional multi-tasker specializing in damage control" or "personal chef to a person with peculiar eating habits" even "24 hour fresh & local milk provider"

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breastfeeding, breastfeeding barriers, diet, exhaustion, holiday, illness, lactation, lactation consultant, mastitis -

What do Push-up Bras, Holiday Festivities, Exhaustion, Babysitters, and too many desserts all have in common?    ...Mastitis!

This is our annual Holiday Mastitis Prevention post. As we continue into the holiday season, remember these breastfeeding basics:

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accidents, communication, food, gifts, guilt, holiday, imperfection, Jasmine Wood, memories, parenting, Rita, safety, toddler, worry -

The commotion was suddenly halted by a sharp cry coming from our bedroom. At this point Rita, a very able-bodied walker, whom I had watched just moments ago wander through the doorway into our room, now stumbled back out, crying and holding her hand to her eye.

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Donna Bruschi, emotions, friends, imperfection, kindness, meltdowns, new baby, parenting, postpartum depression, sick, sleep -

"I was the loneliest person in the world. My baby and I were spiraling down into a living hell..."

My baby cried all the time, refusing to be held by anyone but me. I cried all the time. The pain of the surgery amplified by cracked, burning nipples and the agony of frustration, sadness and betrayal.

And then it got worse.

 

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