05/11/2026
After my son was born, my doula brought me a plate of scrambled eggs.
It had been over 24 hours since I’d eaten anything substantial. And I didn’t know if I was even hungry.
That disorientation — not being able to read your own body — has a name.
And in the postpartum, it makes complete sense.
If you’ve ever felt like a stranger in your own body postpartum, this one is for you. Link in bio.