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

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

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 [...]