Monthly Archives: May 2013

My Womb Smells Like Pastrami (a poem about birth)

My womb smells like pastrami I know it sounds quite barmy You arrived helped by an army Looking pink as a salami And you smelled like pastrami And because you are from me It makes so much sense, see (Well, they did butcher me) Advertisements

The Afterbirth

It’s a sad fact but, after the chaos and commotion of birth and the first few days with a newborn, many women are left with regret and grief about the way their baby arrived in the world. It doesn’t matter how you gave birth, there are many and varied factors that might leave you feeling […]