A story of two births.
A story of two births.
On pregnancy at 45, childbirth, postpartum depression, and #MeToo.
The answer to the disparity in death rates has everything to do with the lived experience of being a black woman in America.
Being pregnant again means being willing to end it.
On the cusp of delivery, a mother-to-be recounts the anxiety-laden path to parenthood.
Not education. Not income. Not even being an expert on racial disparities in health care.
A husband puts himself in his wife’s shoes—with help from a Japanese scientist.
On the interminable two weeks between a bad sonogram and the end of a pregnancy.
Revisiting the 2006 masterpiece.
In El Salvador, pregnant women have more to fear than Zika.
Yearning for conception.
Carrying babies for foreign couples was once touted as a win-win for everyone involved. Indian women, however, were often left with little to show for their efforts.
Melissa Cook is carrying triplets for a man she has never met, conceived with an egg that isn't hers. He only wants two of them, but won't let her keep the third. So she is suing, in the hopes that the court will arrive at a new meaning of parenthood.
Emily and Kate wanted to have a baby together. They were more successful than they ever imagined.
An Alabama woman took the equivalent of one Valium during her pregnancy. A few weeks after she gave birth, she became one of more than 1,800 new and expecting mothers arrested under the state’s chemical endangerment law.
“We still have retrograde ideas about how pregnant women should feel, and we need to revise them — not only for depressed women but for all women.”
In the bayou south of New Orleans, a program called the Nurse-Family Partnership tries to reverse the life chances for babies born into extreme poverty. Sometimes, it actually succeeds.
An American woman's travels and memories of her Russian husband.
"When Bramya was abroad, Sarah mixed adhesives, ordered glaze, saw friends, and lived without the expectation of change to this arrangement. She read his letters and answered his phone calls, and they talked about the things they did when they were apart, neither acknowledging that separation had come to be as familiar as the shape their bodies took together. But when she knew his flight had landed, she sat at the kitchen table with painful patience, rolling clay from hand to hand until it was made pliable by the heat of her skin, piecing together anxiety animals, anticipating the sound of the cab door closing that told her Bramya was on her street."
“Before I put down my phone, I took a picture of my son. I worried that if I didn’t I would never believe he had existed.”
On a parent’s relationship with unused embryos.
On drinking alcohol while pregnant.
Ina May Gaskin and the battle for at-home births.
A 21-year-old falls into a coma from which he’ll never emerge. His mother, desperate to grant his wish of becoming a father, has his sperm preserved. Two years later, after a fruitless search for other alternatives, she finds a willing doctor and tries one last option: carrying her son’s child herself.