From Birth, a play by Karen Brody
My pregnancy and birth mantra was, My Body Rocks! Maybe it wasn’t realistic to so profoundly believe “My body rocks,” but I grew up with strong female role models. Being a woman means… being strong. So when I went into labor, whenever my uterus felt like two cymbals had just smashed up against its sides during a contraction and I couldn’t see the finish line, I’d think: “My body rocks… my body rocks!”
My pregnancy and birth mantra was, My Body Rocks! Maybe it wasn’t realistic to so profoundly believe “My body rocks,” but I grew up with strong female role models. Being a woman means… being strong. So when I went into labor, whenever my uterus felt like two cymbals had just smashed up against its sides during a contraction and I couldn’t see the finish line, I’d think: “My body rocks… my body rocks!”
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