We did cartwheels on the dock like we were kids again and then sat on the water trampoline side by side sharing life. We laughed. We cried. We drank. We bounced, and laughed some more.
Endo-what?!
So, after years and years of suffering a surgery date was scheduled. This was my first time going under general anesthetic and I was scared. I remember waiting in the blue gown and booties with compression socks, starving and anxious. I can see Dale’s face as I turned and waved before I walked into the operating room, hoping that I would come out alive. A common fear, right?
Be Y O U
Be Y O U
You do you and I'll do M E. Easier said than done, right? In a world where comparison is the thief of joy and billboards tell us who we should be it really seems hard to be M E.
I used to write a blog and have a creative outlet for things such as our travels, cute stories about my son, how I met the love of my life and our adventures, how living in China taught me how to always take time for tea and how NZ really shaped me into who I am now. And I miss it. When I started mama bird doula I said farewell to my old blog and shed a tear or two about it. Some say that this space should be