“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 …

My husband Steve and I were so excited for our next adventure with baby number two. The wait for our first appointment felt like an eternity.   But my daily mindful meditation kept me grounded amidst all of the anticipation. For twenty minutes every morning I’d sit and become an observer. Receiving the comfort I needed, …

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 …

Ever searched on YouTube for water birth videos?  About a month into my pregnancy, I did. I must have binge-watched thirty of the most gentle and touching labors on the internet. And I was completely awe-struck. The tenacity and soulfulness that these mothers brought to their labors was breathtaking. I had never seen anything like …

It was a seemingly average day during my second pregnancy. Everything was going well when I opened my email inbox to find a snarky email from a coworker. Typically I would have shaken it off and quickly bounced back to my happy-go-lucky self.  Unfortunately, at 37 weeks pregnant calm, cool, and collected was not my …

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 …