#BlackMamasMatter - Celebrating Black Maternal Health Week 2023

Happy Black Maternal Health Week!

Never in a million years, did I think that we would still have to think about what it means to be black in America - yet alone a black woman. It’s scary. I’m glad I’ve made the decision that my childbearing days are over but my heart goes out to the women that have yet to explore the journey of motherhood.

Black women are like everyone else, we want to enjoy all the joys that come with pregnancy but when the fear of making it out is daunting. Will my doctor believe me when I say that something is wrong? Most pregnancy related deaths are preventable, so why does this keep happening? 




As I take a look back on my birthing experiences, I was only uncertain with my last child. Pregnancy was nothing new to me. I knew how my body responded and I was pretty in tune with myself. While in the third trimester with my son, I started experiencing extreme bouts of pain and discomfort. It was quickly waved off as the “end of pregnancy.” I spoke with my doctor about needing to go out for maternity leave early because my body couldn’t handle what was to come. I was told that as a woman we fought for equal rights as women so I needed to continue to work until the baby came; if I wanted to go out of work it would be up to me to use personal leave. Needless to say, I was shocked. Considering my history with complex pregnancies, I just knew this wasn’t going to be a big deal. As the weeks went on my blood pressure continued to skyrocket, but no one seemed concerned until I was 37 weeks when it was well into the stroke level. 

I was rushed into an emergency c-section, 2 weeks early after my doctor reviewed my chart and realized that my blood pressure had consistently been evaluated over the last few weeks. I was diagnosed with “late term preeclampsia.” During my stay at the hospital I felt extremely anxious, I wanted to be home. I didn’t feel comfortable. I experienced several strange encounters with staff and doctors that I felt I would be better off at home. After being home for less than 48 hours, I experienced the worst pain of my life. I was worried that my incision had become infected. My stomach, vagina, and inner thighs had become swollen, hot, and red. I went to the emergency room to sit for 3 hours only for them to tell me that they couldn’t help me and I needed to see the surgeon that performed the c-section. I felt defeated. Hopeless. Like how could you turn me around when I’m telling you I’m in excruciating pain and you can visibly see it. Thankfully, it was only a staph infection but it could have been so much worse. I made it through this experience alive while many have not.


If you’ve been watching the news lately, then you’ve heard that latest report from the CDC that the maternal mortality rate is at an all time high, especially for black women. In 2020, the maternal mortality rate for Black women was 3 times the rate for White women in the United States. Multiple factors contribute to these disparities, such as lower quality healthcare, structural racism, and implicit bias from healthcare providers, and underlying chronic conditions. (Source: CDC

I never wanted to think that the color of my skin could have been a reason for me being treated the way I was. The more stories I hear, the more I realize that it was a real possibility. The Black Mamas Alliance is doing the work to amplify these stories and create change. The #BMHW23 theme is “Our Bodies Belong to Us: Restoring Black Autonomy and Joy,” which speaks to our strength, power and resilience, and our unassailable right to live freely, safely, and joyfully. The events and programming being planned throughout #BMHW23 will fully embody this theme and offer opportunities to engage in activities and conversations that honor the values and traditions of the reproductive and birth justice movements.


Join me in supporting the Black Mamas Matter Alliance by helping them reach their #BMHW23 fundraising goal of $50,000 at www.blackmamasmatter.org/donate Your investment helps BMMA to share the challenges impacting Black birthing people, celebrate innovation of Black-led models of holistic maternal and reproductive health care, as well as amplify the voices of Black Mamas to shift the narrative to center our joy, activism, and creativity.

While things won’t change overnight, the more that we discuss it I’m hopeful that we will see a difference. No mother should have to fear surviving pregnancy. My mother has always told me that the closest you’ll ever be to death is giving birth. That statement has never been more relevant than it is today.

#BlackMamas are magical, we need them around. I don’t know what I would do without my own mother and the other mothers in my life that have provided me guidance and support throughout this journey of motherhood. 

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Aging in Life and Love

I can’t believe March is over; where did the time go? It feels like life has been coming at me hard and fast. It feels like something else happens once I have a moment to catch my breath. Nevertheless, I’m rolling with the punches. March is always one of the happiest times of the year for me, but this year felt different. I felt an extreme heaviness over me. Most days, I felt like I was suffocating. Then it hit me; I’m probably grieving. 

I lost my auntie, aka my bestie, in 2020. I didn’t have time to process her death. I took on a significant role in planning her services. I became the strong one - had to be. There was no time for me to sulk. I got my first taste of real adulthood and what happens after you pass away. It was a learning process, but it made me realize that I needed to reevaluate a few things in my life.

 Now, I’m 32, another year older. I’m not sure what aging is supposed to feel like. I remember wanting to be “grown” so badly; now, I only wish to take time a little slower. I’m in my reflection era. I want things to come easy. I want to become the best version of myself. I desire to walk in my purpose. I can see the vision, but it isn’t evident. I’m choosing not to beat myself up about it. I’ve accomplished so much, and it’s okay to celebrate that, even if I haven’t met the goal I set.

Here are a few of my wins from the last year:

  1. I bought a new car - I can’t wait to share more about it. I’m in love, and I worked my butt off to make sure I could get it.

  2. I worked with one of my dream brands, Coca-Cola, for a long-term partnership.

  3. I invested in leveling up my business. Even when times felt scary, I believed in myself.

Sometimes, I have to question my sanity. Like why did I get married 6 days AFTER my birthday? I have no idea because we all know March is all about me, and now I gotta share it with my husband, lol. What can I say? 

Hello, year 2; it’s been a wild ride. The last year has caused us to figure out what love looks like for us. Between work, side hustles, and kids pouring into each other didn’t happen. We constantly found ourselves at odds and arguing over silly things. We realized that we needed quality time with each other - just us. We’ve only been on two dates this year, but life has thrown us so many curve balls within the last 3 months - a pivot was necessary. 

However, we did explore a new city, and I can’t wait to tell you all about it. If you caught my Instagram post, then you know where we went. Stay tuned!

As always, you know I have to do my honorary birthday photo shoot, and I did it myself with a bit of help from my sidekick.

I’m claiming a great year of learning and love!

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