This is the final post of my pregnancy story with hyperemesis gravidarum. It’s the best and worst part. I’ve told the story by trimester and if you need to catch up here are links to Part I, Part II and Part III. Just a disclaimer, while I do actually have several pictures of my labor, you don’t want to see them nor do I want you to, so just enjoy the pics of my babe when she is just a few hours old.
Labor is when one of my greatest and most painful HG lessons occurred. I will preface this story by telling you that my goal was a labor and delivery with as little intervention and medication as possible. I had a detailed birth plan, involving all kinds of good feelings and absolutely no drugs.
Welcome to the November installment of my series Moms to Marvel. Each month I am sharing a story from an inspiring mom to get her take and experience on balancing working and motherhood. Check out previous posts here. If you have a story you want to share, contact me!
This post has been burning a hole in my pocket. I’ve had it for a few weeks, but I’ve been hemming and hawing about writing the perfect intro for my dear friend Michelle, but honestly I’m ill equipped to describe such an marvelous woman and mother.
Michelle and I became fast friends in San Francisco many years ago. We’re both nerdy, girl-power vegetarians with lofty life and career goals. As I observed Michelle take on parenting, I witnessed how motherhood for her wasn’t an either-or choice with her career. Career and family, simultaneously, are all part of her brilliantly designed plan of becoming the best person, and mom, she can be.