My first birth left me with many regrets. I had hoped for a natural birth. I read all the books, watched all the documentaries, and took the classes. I ended up being pressured into an induction which led to a Cesarean when my body never progressed after many hours of labor. My baby was not allowed to come with me to recovery so it was three hours before I was able to hold her. That experience left me with many what-ifs and ultimately led me to doula training. I supported parents as a doula for two years before going back to work full-time in the corporate world. Then, after two years of trying, I found out I was pregnant...
I got pregnant out of wedlock.
I was 20 years old, in college, and screwing my own life up in ways you couldn’t imagine. My parents knew I wouldn’t amount to much. They had given up on me, threw in the towel, and claimed I was lost. And I was, indeed. I was raised by religious parents and good ones, at that. But for whatever reason, in that phase of my life, I lived recklessly and carelessly. Parties, drugs, the wrong crowd, you name it, I was doing it. Until I discovered I was pregnant.
The anger I experienced the moment I found out was real.
I didn’t want a child. I wanted to live my life how I...
Disclosure :: Our third annual Bloom for new and expecting moms was sponsored by our wonderful community partner, Baton Rouge General Medical Center. From the food to the venue, guests felt welcomed. We are so appreciative of the time and effort that was allocated from each sponsor below to make sure this event was super lovely and fun!
Thank You to Our Presenting Title Sponsor
Our Bloom event simply wouldn’t have been possible without these partners. We are grateful to Baton Rouge General for their assistance in planning every detail of the event. From the lovely brunch spread that their in-house chef prepared to the the layout, makeup bags…it was over the top!
Thank You to the Table Sponsors
We give a huge thanks...
"Happy birthday to my better half," is often a post I see while skimming through Facebook.
"Tomorrow I marry my better half," is a stream of consciousness post I saw when my friends and I were in the bright-eyed engagement stage.
We've all heard the sentiment, but recently I've made an earth-shaking discovery brought upon by a second pregnancy, an unexpected hospital skin, and a very ugly sofa--I don't have a "better half."
To borrow from Jane Austen, I'm cursed with a conceited sort of independence. I woke up from a coughing spelling the middle of the night on Valentine's Day. After a glass of water, I placed my hands on my belly and waited for the soft jabs of our 37-week...
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We promptly got a test and it confirmed what I already knew.
After the initial shock, which lasted about the rest of the weekend, we were excited! Excited enough to let the cat out the bag pretty quickly. No waiting until the second trimester over here! But this time around (this is baby number three) it was ... weird. There were lots...
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