I’m a shameless, unrepentant Facebook user. A tab with Facebook is always open in my browser, and if I’m away from my keyboard I’ll still check on my phone. It makes me laugh to look at funny memes and silly lists.
Today is World Maternal Mental Health Day. The irony in that statement is that maternal mental health has become my world. Every day, since even before the birth of my son. My feed has been full of stories and support
Content Warning: Potentially graphic post-surgical images. Today I share a part of my birth story that I have not before. I experienced a traumatic birth, a quiet nightmare that stretched into weeks postpartum. Because I was delivered early
Tomorrow I’m going to be at the Colorado State Capitol to support the joint resolution that will create Maternal Mental Health Week in Colorado. I will stand with my family, my doctors & caregivers, my legislators, and my community to
I have one week left in my postpartum program with Children’s Hospital, and my last bit of homework was to complete several surveys on my feelings (including the Edinburgh Postnatal Depression Scale (EPDS) of course). I always like completing surveys, I always
We went into pregnancy knowing that I had the extra risk factor of high blood pressure. We knew it put the risk of developing superimposed preeclampsia at the forefront of our worries. I always thought we managed it well; I
I have been fighting since the day of Ben’s birth. Fighting to recover, fighting anxiety, fighting insurance and hospital bills. Fighting to receive the correct wound care when my incision opened. Fighting to find out the reason for the massive
I wish I could explain what every day feels like. I wake up thinking, “I hope he stays asleep – or at least happy enough – for me to eat breakfast and drink a cup of tea.” And then I