In my 30s, my self-worth was still so connected to how much I could accomplish in a day that I named my business “do communications.”
Then one night, as I sat reading my 2-year-old daughter a bedtime story while 24 weeks pregnant, I started spotting and cramping.
When I called my obstetrician, she advised me to meet her at the hospital as soon as possible. Since my then-husband was out of town on a business trip, I called my neighbor to come over and stay with my sleeping toddler while I drove myself to the hospital.
The 15-minute drive felt like forever. I had to repeatedly remind myself to breathe and stay within the speed limit as my mind…
