Moving to a state with twice the C-section rates as the one you were born in (Mississippi seems to be last in everything except for C-section rates) and black mother mortality rates that made my stomach turn, I knew I would have to advocate for my son and myself once again. And I have. I found my doctor after eavesdropping on a conversation at a coffee shop. I noticed two black healthcare professionals talking about how to give black mothers tools for successful nursing relationships with their babies, and I overcame every inch of introversion in my soul and marched right up to them.
