My pregnancy had been complicated physically, mentally and emotionally. Having undergone nearly eight months of the gruesome hyperemesis gravidarum (HG) meant that I could not take any more extensions with it. I was desperate to evict my in utero tenant; before notice or on the due date. However, this child had a set mind of its own, with different plans on how he/she would enter the world.
Mother of Boys
The womanly art of breastfeeding I always thought that breastfeeding was child’s play, a natural act of motherhood which would come on cue as soon as my child was born.…
It is difficult to maintain a smile when you spend days hugging the porcelain bowl, puking your guts out. That is how life was during my pregnancy. I had a…