This is a project that was birthed with my daughter, 4 years ago on a cold February morning when 28 hours of labor ended in a cesarean section and the most unfathomable love for a tiny, pink-skinned baby girl. It is the culmination of prescription drugs for postpartum depression, the choice to be a stay-at-home mom, difficulty conceiving our son, multiple home changes, a beautiful VBAC, and a short stay in the NICU. Nothing has changed me like motherhood at yet at the same time nothing has made me more myself.
See, I have this feeling, this deep in my gut hunch that if we gave the postpartum period its proper credence we would be a completely different people- a healthier and happier society. What if women were truly prepared to become mothers and equally cared for in the months after birth? What if we treated postpartum depression differently than we do other kinds of depression and anxiety? What if we cared for the soul of a woman as she become mother and not just the growing child within? I think a lot would happen. A lot of good.
I want to discuss these questions. I want to hear your stories and share them with this beautiful community of mothers and mothers-to-be. I want to offer space for healing and a place to look at the spiritual side of mothering. And maybe something will grow from this. Maybe something will take hold and revolutionize maternity care, or maybe this meager site will touch just one person. Whichever becomes the case, I will rejoice and offer myself, my heart and my words.
Here’s to you! Here’s to your stories and your families and your hearts. And here’s to us.