April has been a very special month for me and my husband, we finally got to meet our little princess Zoey!! April is also special to me now because it is C-Section Awareness month.
If you had asked me what my birth plan was before Zoey I would have told you I took all the classes, I did all the prep work to have a natural labour and delivery. I practiced breathing, I took HypnoBirthing classes, I bought the birth ball.
I envisioned my labour and my little girls entry into the world. I was ready. I was excited!
Then at 41 weeks 1 day, it all went out the window.
Our path to becoming parents was a pretty typical one. Met through friends, dated four years, went backpacking, got engaged, got married, and started trying for a baby. Months and months went by and then it finally happened and we jumped for joy (literally). At 10 weeks we lost our baby and our hearts were broken.
I'm a 31 year old man, and I just got doula'd so hard!
Doulas are amazing, let's just get that out of the way. In the spirit of full disclosure, I am married to one. You may think that I could be biased because of that, but in that vain let me say this also: If you aren't going to hire a doula you should at least try to marry one!
In our culture the word “sex” is often twisted in interpretation to mean something shameful, dirty, carnal, or explicit however without sex our human species would cease to exist.
Sex is natural, normal, healthy and good. We like sex not because we are perverts or especially liberated, but because it is an essential part of the beautiful mosaic which is the human experience. This mosaic is made up of billions of sexual relationships, leading to the birth of babies and new families, which make up our communities - communities of humans who are each on their own journey looking to partner with someone else in love and sex and continue adding numbers to the greater picture.
In Grade 4 we were learning about time capsules and each of us was assigned to make one. I recently found mine, well, what was left of it anyway. The shoe box was long gone and some of the newspaper clippings had seen better days. There were other odds and ends that seem insignificant now, but I did find a few interesting things: a piece of paper with the outline of my hand and my foot; descriptions of my favourite foods; a list of books and television shows that I liked at the time, and lastly a set of questions that addressed goals for our future selves. There it was, on paper, written in pencil “What do you want to be when you grow up?”. My response?
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