At 22 years old, I stood in front of my all male chain of command and told them I had to leave because I chose to keep my baby.
I found out I was 12 weeks pregnant after being deployed to Afghanistan for 10 weeks…
I left the office for my weekly appointment, where I was told I was 6cm already…
Ate at my desk, turned on all of my OOO, informed my colleagues and my boss I was headed out on mat leave.
The hospitalist broke my water and I had my daughter in 45 minutes, unmedicated.
I submitted the grant while 8 months pregnant and got it funded on the first round.
After dealing with ridiculous comments about my pregnancy during my post doc (ex: “grant writing must be really stressful with all the hormones,” crude jokes from a male post doc to others in the office about how he “knocked me up”)…
Signed a wire from investors an hour before I got induced… and closed the round 4 weeks postpartum!
Signed a wire from investors an hour before I got induced with my first baby, and closed the fundraising round 4 weeks postpartum!
Looking back, I'm in awe of all that I was managing and all that I accomplished during an unprecedented time.
I prepped during the first challenging trimester of my rainbow pregnancy, and passed with flying colors 22 weeks pregnant…