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You know that scene in the movie Frozen (of course you do) when Anna wakes up with her hair all a mess and says excitedly, “It’s coronation day!” that was basically me this morning, but I said, “It’s ebook release day!” I was up before any of my children (that’s a change), hopped in the shower, hopped out of the shower (all children still asleep), and opened my computer in anticipation. To my frustrated surprise, all of the Amazon websites had listed the book as “live” except for Amazon US. Come on, guys. Get it together, Amazon! Sure, the US was still very much asleep at what was 2 a.m. Eastern Time, but I was wide awake, and I wanted my book in my Kindle app. That idea is absurd considering I have 50 different iterations of the ebook on my computer, but there is a certain satisfaction seeing the “real deal.”
I recently heard the old saying, “You’re only as happy as your unhappiest child” and that has never been truer than in these past few weeks. It seems as if I’ll be in the middle of celebrating a major milestone for the book and one of the kids will have a major meltdown. Time out. Go be a mom, and then come back and celebrate some more. I’m not saying that in a grumbling way but rather, in a way that has kept me humble throughout this entire process. Working in a vacuum hasn’t been easy. I’ve been pulling this book together from my kitchen table while the kids are at preschool from 9-3 and at night after they fall asleep. For the most part, I have been pushing this project forward without any external validation whatsoever. In a typical office job, you receive intermittent feedback on your work. A quick, “great job” or “I like what you did there…” that stokes the fires. Not so on this project.
Until very recently, I was essentially working in a vacuum and pinged ideas off of my husband, who, though I love him dearly, has never experienced childbirth. I am extremely thankful to my mother-in-law and her failing eyesight. That sounds horrible, but it is true. I had a captive audience who was dying for an audiobook and I just happened to have a ton of stories that needed vetting, ordering, and feedback. In a very amateur way, she received a live audiobook reading of the first draft of the book while she recovered from her eye surgery because she couldn’t (medically) read during her recovery.
The circumstances of how this book came together are not as important as the end result. The final version of the book is one that I am so very proud of and that I hope one that the contributors themselves are also proud. They trusted me with their extremely personal stories, and they let down many walls by placing their hearts on display for public consumption. I am so honored to work with them and hold them in the highest regard.

“To attempt to generalize birthing experiences across all women would mean losing the beauty in our different journeys.”
Please share your thoughts if the book struck a chord with you—if it stirred your emotions in some way. That is the point of the book. It is anecdotal in nature because no two births are ever the same, even for the same woman. To attempt to generalize birthing experiences across all women would mean losing the beauty in our different journeys. We can support one another in knowing that we are all unique and yet, all the same. We all want to be the best mothers possible and we all take different routes to get there.
So without further ado, please read and enjoy the stories. I have read them countlessly and I still enjoy them. I know you will too.
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