Self-discovery
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I hate this place: postpartum like you don’t see on social media.
I wake up to a familiar ceiling. The sheets are heavy but not heavy enough to bury this feeling. 5-4-3-2-1 – they say. In all the brochures. 5 things you see. 4 things you feel. 3 things you hear. 2 things you smell. 1 thing you taste. Isn’t that how we’re taught to regulate? Emotionally? Continue reading
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To be a woman?
What does it take to be a woman? A question amongst many I often think about now that there isn’t just one but two little girls who will soon grow to look for answers. Shall I say that to be a woman is to constantly mourn your past selves? Every role is all-consuming. A constant Continue reading
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The many firsts you’ve brought into my life
The day I took it all in, your every move. The softness and fragility of each moment I held you in my arms. The day I was no longer a woman expecting or a woman in labour. The day I was officially “mom”. Faye Milan’s mom. Continue reading
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