The E Ward, where I spent the next nine days, I have nicknamed the “estrogen” ward; it has no walls, four rows of beds and full of women in transition. Miscarriages, fibroids, ovarian cysts, mysterious bleeding and lots of pain and sadness exist in the “estrogen” ward. My focus was to allow myself to be present with everyone I came in contact with, in the most authentic way possible. I shared my books, research about our wombs and one of the most valuable sharing was breathing
By Tracy Douglas
On Sunday, February 13, 2011, our son’s twenty-first birthday, I woke up at three o’clock in the morning, bleeding.
My name is Tracy Douglas. I was born in Jamaica, Queens, New York quite a few years ago and have recently moved to
