Trusting the Timing of Life

On integrating lessons from my son’s birth and making the radical choice to slow down in a world that celebrates speed and efficiency.

It was after midnight and my husband and daughter were deep asleep. After what felt like hours of laying in bed wide awake, I decided to get up and go out to the living room. I was 41 weeks and 5 days pregnant with my second child, wondering if this baby was ever going to make an appearance. My daughter had arrived right at 40 weeks, so the mental game …