07/10/2026
Long, emotional, physically exhausting night. But this morning we have 10 living, happy, ambitious babies and a mama who is settling down. We had more loss than I like to experience, but there wasn’t any saving the ones we lost. At 1am I had to wake B up, mama had given all she had and given up and I jumped into a 3 hour pull session to save what I could. These guys are fighters I tell ya. Three were trying to come through at once, tangled with a big dead one. My hand may be bruised and banged up pretty good from maneuvering babies through the pelvis but nights like last night make me do three things. One, make me question why the heck we do this? Two, make me grateful for the lessons I’ve learned over the years. Listening to B last night as I was blindly feeling my way through who’s feet went with which head,ect and him being so proud as we pulled that last baby out alive. And three, knowing that despite all the hills we’ve been experiencing lately, me questioning my version of the American dream (the whole buy a farm and raise your food), it’s exactly where I’m supposed to be. God gave me the energy and knowledge to fight through that tough delivery, get 90 mins of broken sleep, and throw some mascara on so I could leave to work. My body battery may be on E but this is the path God has laid out in front of me and God willing, I’ll be spending many more years covered in bodily fluids, shoulder deep bringing new life into the world in the middle of the night. 🖤 *also grateful for who when I text her the drama of my night, we agree to pray for each other and keeping fighting for the dream we both full heartily love and then she Venmo’s me with a note to get a coffee. Someday soon I hope to show up on her doorstep with a coffee.
