“I feel a little unprepared going home today,” I said, requesting an extension of my postpartum stay in hospital. My pregnancy “story” had never unfolded well, and the latest episode was no different. This time, severe pelvic instability had confined me at home for months. One day I crashed a plate in the kitchen, lacking the core strength to simultaneously balance a gravid abdomen and a plate of food.
“We need to get this baby out,” my doctor said.
