My third birth: the veil is thin
With the first push, I let out a roar and heard my two-year old cry from the other room. My husband quickly went to comfort him and assure him that I was safe. My midwife said to the team, “oh! This is the sound she made last time - it means baby is almost here”.
My second birth: beautifully redemptive and pain free
Our doula & midwife arrived seconds apart around 11:30. I asked my doula to do hip squeezes for every contraction while my husband worked on the tub. I started shaking and my midwife said, “you’re in transition now!“ I actually didn’t believe her because as long as I got those hip squeezes (back labour again) I wasn’t in pain
My first birth: finding my strength
My midwives encouraged me, and with each contraction reminded me that I know exactly what to do: ride the contraction the same way I had done each time leading up to this.
There is hope: my story with postpartum OCD
As a recovering “crunchy granola” person, I was very resistant to trying medication. However, nothing could’ve prepared me for the postpartum OCD. Being willing to try a medication was LIFE CHANGING… and quite possibly life-saving for me.

