Rachel Edmondson

It was two am, and I was silently sobbing as I tried hopelessly to get my daughter to latch. The pain intensified with each try as her tiny body flailed against my chest. Her cries were desperate. She was hungry, and I was failing. Trying to distract myself from the searing pain and screams, my …

I was twelve days postpartum when I had an epic meltdown in my closet. It was my first Mother’s Day, and somewhere along the line, I had naively agreed to eat dinner at my in-laws’ house with the whole family in tow. I decided to dress for the occasion as it probably was not acceptable …

I remember every single doctor’s appointment clearly.  Perhaps it is because I spent three years shuffling from office to office- off and on tables, in and out of stirrups, undressed from the waist down, ready for the next test, the next scan.  It was during this shuffle, as I like to call it, that I …