I moved across the country when I was six months pregnant. It was stressful, it was a lot of work, and the drive sucked, but overall the move wasn't that bad because of how excited I was to be moving to Asheville. We were leaving Boulder, a place I had lived in and around for almost a decade that had shaped me more than anything I had ever experienced, but it was getting so crowded and the cost of living was getting crazy high, so we were happy to be getting out. The funny and awesome thing is both places are very similar. Someone once told me about a Portlandia episode where Fred wants to change his life and decides to move from Portland to Austin, and then to Boulder, and then to Burlington, and then to Ashville, and on and on. I should look that up someday to see if it's an actual episode. If it's not, it should be. Anyhow, the point is they are basically all the same place with different scenery. But that's exactly what makes me love them.
I should know by now that my plans rarely work out the way I envision them, and this time wasn't any different. We ended up detouring and stayed in the North Georgia mountains for the remainder of my pregnancy, the birth, and until R was three months old. This was the exact place I had lived ten years earlier, but after a decade of living in and around Boulder I had become spoiled to the core and was now experiencing a hardcore culture shock. I couldn't just pick one out of a million prenatal yoga classes to go to, there was no trendy birth center with earth mother midwives and meditation circles, my OB's last name was Hatchett, and the nearest health food store was thirty miles away. I definitely had a few pity parties, but when all else fails I always turn to books.
These are the books that I turned to every single day, usually while I curled up in bed with a lot of chocolate. They were my midwives and friends in paper form, and while I was reading them I felt like I had all the support in the world. That's the power of a good book. They're all so good that they now have a permanent place on my bookshelf.
*This one is amazing. It is solely about the first six weeks postpartum and the care a new mom needs. The pictures are gorgeous and the recipes are super yummy (I've made a bunch of them).
*This one is full of wisdom about the postpartum period, centering around the needs of the physical body.
*I can't remember how I found this one because it definitely isn't one I would have bought by the look of the cover alone. But it's fantastic and makes you feel like you're sitting in the middle of one of their mother circles. This is the most non-judgmental parenting book I have ever read. Trust me, every new mom you know needs to read this.
*This one is just plain lovely. I love her descriptions of life on the Ohio farm she lives on and how she writes about the mental shifts she made from being a world-traveler to a stay-put mother.
*Oh my, where do I start with this one? It's lovely. Wise. Thoughtful. One of the few books I consider to be a Bible of sorts. I wouldn't be without it. Like the title says, it’s Buddhism for mothers. Need I say more?
Know of any for new moms that you love? Tell me about them in the comments below :)
And if you liked this post, be sure to check out…