by Lauren Hale |
Three days before Christmas, alone in my kitchen, I slammed my dishwasher door so hard I heard the brittle crack of something breaking inside. I thought of opening the dishwasher back up and slamming it shut again and again pouring my frustration out on to every... by Lauren Hale |
This post has an intense and abrupt ending. If you are fragile, you may want to skip this particular post as it may trigger you. It was 97 degrees when I went into labor as I waited on an underground subway platform for an uptown F train to the hospital. I wasn’t... by Lauren Hale |
My baby and I were often alone together in the early days and weeks. My husband returned to work after a week, my mother returned home after two. Like many new mothers, I lacked confidence in my mothering skills. Is it easier for women who had younger siblings? For... by Lauren Hale |
It was Mother’s Day, 2011. My daughters were then 7 months old and three and a half years old. I was at a free yoga class twenty minutes from my home. At the class’ end, I lay in relaxation pose. I felt a peace I hadn’t felt in days, my body and mind relaxing... by Lauren Hale |
On a bright September afternoon, a little more than a year after my first daughter was born, I drove back to the hospital where I gave birth. Through the stop lights on El Camino Real, right at the In and Out Burger, straight ahead through the double lanes of Grant... by Lauren Hale |
It’s that time again! When we here at Postpartum Progress share with you the words of Warrior mamas who have been through it – and now offer hope, camaraderie, and so much more to those who are still fighting, have fought, or will fight. This year’s...