So much has been happening since I wrote last.
Our second child, Eleanor, will be here in October/November. She’ll arrive by c-section and I’m good with that.
My great friend Julie from Next Life No Kids started an awesome event called 31 Days of Mommitment where we will try to offer support and encouragement to moms and caregivers instead of perpetuating the judging and infighting. You can read about it here.
Walter Scott was shot in the back as he ran from a policeman less than 15 miles from my house. The policeman had been cleared of wrongdoing until a video surfaced showing that he was a murderer.
I had a conversation with my father who admitted to me that he was afraid every time he saw a cop car behind him. My father admitting fear is like Superman loving Kryptonite. He is 86 and has lived a life that should really be made into a novel, but a Crown Vic sets his heart racing.
We found a doula who will work with us before, during and after the c-section. I decided to try placenta encapsulation as part of my plan to avoid or lessen the walk through hell that is Postpartum Depression and Anxiety.
I added another client to my business.
I’m training to run (ha ha ha! I meant jog!) a 5k on the Saturday before Mother’s Day to raise money and awareness of Maternal Mental Illnesses.
Freddie Gray was walking down the street when he locked eyes with a policeman and turned and ran. He was ‘subdued’ by the police, resulting in a broken leg. He was put into the back of a police van. 45 minutes later he arrived at the police station. The Sergeant on duty referred him to the hospital. His neck/spine was broken in three places. After almost a week of peaceful protesting – a week during which the city was ‘investigating’ what happened – some drunk baseball fans started a fight with some angry protesters and there was rioting. We STILL don’t know what happened to Freddie. Or rather we do, but the police won’t formally admit it.
Like I said, a lot has been going on.
I have dedicated myself to making this month of #mommitment a success. I think that one of the most important things I can do is to put out as much positivity into the world as possible. I also think that we need to stand up and start telling the truth. All of us. So how do I reconcile those two when the truth is so often painful and shameful? How do I write about uplifting all mothers when so many of them simply don’t care if my son lives or dies?
I don’t know, but I guess we’re going to find out. I’ll be posting here and in the event as well. As soon as it’s live I’ll add a link to this post.
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