It's like the second you have a baby, the world starts telling you that you have to have another. Give me a fucking second to process what just happened, okay?
Home, hospital, epidural or medication-free, I applaud it all. Every single person walking the planet has a mother and never did a mother err in her birthing choices. This is my story.
Every new year I find myself falling into that same seductive trap: I reduce myself to a few tidy shortcomings and vow to "be better" and become Future Me. But now, instead, I'm struck with frequen...
