Past Date Due with Baby #2
As the earth spins routinely around the sun and summer fades to fall, I find myself almost a week past my due date. I remember this time, pregnant with Amalee. I was so excited and delighted and anxious to give birth and meet this person who has been forming inside of me for nine months. I knew labor would be a challenge. Our culture teaches women to prepare for one of the most painful experiences of our lives. But my body has been hit by a car going 30 mph. While the pain has passed, my bones remember feeling crushed, and my insides know near death. I have a traumatic brain injury and will forever feel the effects. My skull and vertebrae fractured and healed. But the body, along with the brain, and babies and pregnancy are not simple things. I remember my neurosurgeon telling me my brain had bigger dead regions then some of his brain injury patients who were confined to wheel chairs and couldn't speak. I'm...