It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was howling. The thunder was crashing. The…
Wait. That’s not right.
Actually, it was a perfectly normal night and the only thing crashing was my foot into the side of the bed as I blindly stumbled toward the room of my howling 9-month-old son. Continue reading “When It’s Wrong To Be Right”
Several weeks before having my first child, I painstakingly took time to write out a multi-page birth plan. It included everything from the oils I wanted diffusing in the labor room to who would cut the umbilical cord. I even translated it into French because my husband and I were stationed overseas at the time, and I wanted to ensure there were no missteps in communication. Continue reading “Did Mary Have A Birth Plan?”