Sometimes you eat a delicious meal, watch (and cry to) Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, sit on a labor ball, and eat ice cream with a hint of Castor Oil mixed in… and sometimes… It works.
Who Needs a Plan? {You do!}
Being a childbirth educator, I’m often asked… “But do we *really* need a birth plan?!” Yes. The answer is always 100% yes. And not for the reasons that you might think.
When puke turns your husband into Superman
Let’s set the stage… Final night of camping. All 5 of us snugly squeezed into our tent. Approximately 2:30 a.m. (because who really knows what time it is when you’re camping?!) Suddenly I hear the rustling of a child. Then the splatter. Then “Ohhh nooo, I threw up! Daddy! Daddy, I threw up!” And people, we’re not talking a little puke. We’re talking singe the nose hairs, burn the eyes, curdled apple pie chunks puke. If you’re not gagging reading that, you’re a SAINT because I’m having some PTSD just thinking about it.
