It’s been six weeks (!!!) since our Maelle made her appearance, and I’m only just now finishing the story of her birth. That #newbornlife is NO JOKE.
My lackadaisical attitude toward the writing of birth stories–both before and after I got pregnant–has always baffled me. As a woman, I understand the desire–need, even–for a mother to process the momentous event of her child’s birth, whether with a friend over coffee or on paper. As a writer, I understand the epic storyline and suspense found in the telling of one’s experience laboring and delivering a child. Yet, writing the story of my own child’s birth was not one I was bursting at the seams to document. Even now, I’m probably penning this more for posterity or ‘completeness’ rather than out of enthusiasm, but trust that my feelings will warm in the process of the telling. Continue reading “a star is born”