Alice’s Story

Sylvie’s birth. Outside the open window is the May dawn. There are pauses between contractions when life is so sweet, so light, and somewhere in the little world out there a blackbird has begun to sing. Through my unopen eyelids I can see the delivery room, pale...

Anna’s Story

I was two days past my due date. I’d been whispering to my engorged stomach for weeks, “Not yet, honey, not yet,” as I frantically tried to wrap up the last loose ends for work and get the nursery finished.  (The ‘nursery,’ which was just a bassinet in the corner of...