The mother is the queen of the community
Feb 12, 2026
The words “Postpartum Ward” have been on repeat in my mind the last couple of days.
As Biology and Chemistry terminology roll through my mind, my dreams, my everyday thoughts, I am thinking of life in the context of elements and sub shells and compounds, as well as how the spirit in everything is the ultimate guide.
And science is the left hand of spirituality.
An explainer, but not the experience.
However, the microcosm of the atom and the function of elements gives us a clue into our nature as humans, so it is worth paying attention to.
For example,
Hydrogen has one and only one outer shell (Valence shell) which allows electrons to orbit around it’s nucleus. This particular shell has the capacity to hold two electrons at maximum; however it only holds one. Therefore, it is unstable, and because it is an unstable atom, it has greater capacity to bond with other atoms.
I can’t help but be reminded of the instability of a newborn child or a “newborn” mother even…
The shells of her aura - weakened and vulnerable after birth. This vulnerability allowing her to deeply bond with that of her child, however, how easily she is susceptible to being affected by the heaviness and coldness of the world - an unkind word, loud and abrasive noises, deadened food or cold water, or a stiff bed.
The ability she has in immediate postpartum to co-regulate and bond herself to her baby is the exact same ability that could destroy her mentally, physically and emotionally if her environment is not conducive to allow her to bond - in silence, and stillness, and warmth, and protection.
No wonder PPD is so rapid.
This Western world as a whole does not care much about a new mother’s susceptibility or ability.
As I work in the real world, providing my services to mothers new and seasoned, I see great disparity.
Mothers that had traumatic anesthetic births, and all the help in the world thereafter.
Mothers that had the sweetest home births, but quickly entered abusive dynamics with uninitiated, selfish partners who brought absolutely nothing to their new mother partners and infants.
Mother’s that had smooth birth and a plethora of community at their door.
Mother’s that had death-life birth, and very little to come home to, couldn’t eat, never sleep, and left my their partner.
I see great similarity.
Many are scared of the medical system. Many don’t know what to expect from it. Many are mistreated by the nurses or OB/Gyns. Many are separated from baby immediately postpartum and have to either sleep in a cold bed close by to the NICU or are sent home to their own bed, a world far away, trusting strangers to make sure their baby stays alive. And that is only a fraction of how mothers are disenfranchised.
The Mothers are the Queens of our Community.
I am astonished that this is not everyone’s common knowledge.
I am nowhere even close to my RN credential, and already I am thinking about how I can improve the hospital system, as a whole.
Open the Postpartum Ward…
I have no idea if even one exists. If it does, is it suitable? If it does, where the hell is it?
If it doesn’t, is it completely impossible to do? Have people tried before? Surely I couldn’t be the first.
I’m going to need help. Lots of help…
