This Valentines Day I would like to share a beautiful story of love. I met this mama (and the baby in her belly) on a cold January morning at the Starbucks in Janesville. She had emailed me a couple weeks prior that she was pregnant with a baby who had anencephaly, and she would love to have memories from her birth.
This is the first in a series of five of my own personal birth stories I will be telling. Ultimately, my goal is to begin a dialogue on post traumatic stress disorder from birth, how that can affect future births, and ways care providers can work to help women recognize past birth trauma in order to heal. I would also like to acknowledge all of the women (and men) out there who have experienced birth trauma. I see and hear you.