Two births. Two very different postpartum seasons. Two reorganizations of the space between us.

We are all born under the same sky. And yet no two births unfold the same way. No two mothers walk into that room carrying the same history, the same attachments, the same longings, the same unspoken stories.

All the years of study — psychology, trauma-sensitive frameworks, pregnancy and postnatal yoga — shaped how I understand birth, life, and death. The many women whose stories I’ve had the privilege to sit beside shaped me too. But this work did not begin in theory. It came through my body. Through growing life within and birthing my boys. Through contraction and grief. Through sleepless nights and the ordinary intensity of mothering two children. Through learning to stay when everything in me wanted to rush or escape.

What lingered was not only memory, but imprint. In the body. In the way I reach for my children. In the way I sometimes pull back. I began sitting with what felt like too much. Learning not to rush toward fixing. Slowly realising that something is always born between us — not only a baby, but a new field of relationship.

This e-book is an introduction to the longer work that is unfolding. It is written from the place where grief and love meet. Where silence begins to find voice. Where meaning is made not by erasing the hard parts — but by holding them.

I write so others might hear me. But just as much, I write so I can hear myself.
This is how I make meaning—slowly, imperfectly, in conversation with my body, with motherhood, with my ongoing becoming.