
A Weekly Pause to Move You Forward

We had a birth plan.
It was good. Thoughtful. We'd done the research, talked to people, felt prepared. And then we showed up, and the plan was irrelevant before labor even started. My wife and I looking at each other like, “Okay. We're doing this differently now.” And that was it.
Three weeks later, I'm sitting in the dark at 3 am with my son on my chest, thinking about that.
Because that's kind of been the whole thing so far. Every assumption we had about what it would feel like, what we'd do, how we'd handle it, has had to be reassessed in real time. Sometimes hourly. On no sleep. With no option to tap out and think it over.
You just figure it out. Because you have no choice.
You just figure it out. Because you have no choice.

