Me and church have been on a break...a ten year long break.
I thought it was a permanent split. Apparently it isn’t because for the last two weeks the Holland family has been going to church.
I spent MONTHS planning Griffin's first birthday. If I'm being honest, I started right after I took the bar in July.
Griffin's birthday is in May.
I don't know if I had too much free time. I don't know if I was bored at home with an infant. I don't know if I needed the creative outlet but either way it became an obsession.
I have my babies at home.
So often when I tell people that, it feels like I’ve marched in with my pet unicorn and we’ve started waltzing around the room to MC Hammer’s 2Legit.
It’s awkward is what I’m trying to say and I’m not sure why. I’m not a hippie. I’m not Amish. I didn’t forget to go to the hospital in time. I’m merely an educated woman who examined her options and decided home birth was the best choice for me and my baby. I don’t feel that there is anything extreme or crazy about my choice.To me, it is the current state of obstetrics in this country that is crazy. I could cite statistics on maternal health and induction rates. I could talk about the risks of certain drugs and their side effects but I don’t really need to do any of that. All you need to know is that the current cesarean section rate in the United States is approaching 37%. Thirty-seven percent...