And it’s me for the small win!

Here in Canada, we’re known for a few things.

Hockey, maple syrup, Ryan Gosling, saying sorry a lot…just to name a few, eh?

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Mmhmm.  You. are. welcome.

We’re also known for our public health care system.  It’s pretty impressive.  This isn’t going to be a post about it, but it’s where today’s musings got started.

In my lovely province, when a woman goes home after having a baby, she receives a follow-up call from a nurse.  The goal is to ensure that both Baby and Mama are doing well and adapting to their new circumstances.  I got my call on Monday of this week, and something the nurse said got me thinking.  Continue reading

A civilized birth? Why there’s simply no such thing! Or is there…?

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8 days ago, I was writing a letter to my postpartum self.

Today, I have a 7-day old little girl.  Our pink buddha.  Our fraggle.  I can’t stop inhaling her.  I can’t get enough of her little squeaks, her tiny toes.  She sneezes and the roof lifts and she farts like a trucker.  We are smitten.

So…my little pickle’s birth story… Continue reading