I ordered a jumbo-size box of Huggies while waiting on an elevator at work. It was 6:15 in the morning. I had used the last diaper in a massive four am diaper blowout two hours prior.  I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes as I ran through the never-ending to-do list …

I was in a downward dog yoga pose wiggling back and forth, trying to shift the position of my daughter Macklyn in utero. She was being stubborn, refusing to cooperate, making it seemingly impossible to see her on the monitor in front of us. It was my 20-week anatomy scan. A doctor and nurse had …

The first time I listened to The Birth Hour, a podcast that serves as a place for women to share their childbirth stories, I was immediately struck by how much it made me feel at home. The birth story of the woman who was being interviewed was so captivating, honest and raw, and I felt as …

From concerns about potential injuries to how to prepare your pelvic floor for childbirth, women are unsure about where to turn for reliable information about pregnancy and the pelvic floor.  We connected with Sonia Reiter, an occupational therapist specializing in pelvic floor therapy and a prenatal yoga instructor, to take a deep dive into everything …

Motherhood was supposed to be my “Cinderella” moment. I dreamed of a fairy tale motherhood all throughout my pregnancy that would begin with giving birth the old-fashioned way, followed by bringing my baby boy home where I magically transformed into a domestic goddess, champion breast-feeder, and talented Pinterest crafter. I would love on my baby 24-7, lay on …

“The playa provides!” is a common expression used to describe the abundance of synchronicity at Burning Man.  This felt particularly true for me this year; as my first Burn since becoming a mother. It had been three and a half years since my son was born, and I felt we were both ready for the …

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 …

At 8-weeks pregnant, I could just about crawl to the acupuncture office down the street from my New York City apartment. I had been in the throws of morning sickness for weeks and was desperate for any relief I could find.  So I (somehow) made my way over, opened the door, climbed up on the …