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Doulas of Marquette Tag

If you didn't hear, we are featuring some of our favorite local Nurses this week! We started off celebrating National Nurses' Week by interviewing Monica yesterday. And today we are talking with Megan Blixt, RN. DOM: Tell us about your nursing career/journey. Where did you go to...

Did you know that this week is National Nurses' Week? Well, it's true! Here at Doulas of Marquette, we are super thankful for the nurses that we get to work alongside in supporting each of you in your births. As we went to drop off...

Valentine’s Day is nearly gone, and to be honest, I’ve been so busy over here in Mama zone that it nearly passed by without me even getting a chance to acknowledge it. So… HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY, loves. Somewhere between the valentines being written out, the grandparent’s cards being...

As a doula, when I hear the word “labor” my mind naturally goes to thinking about birth, babies, hard work, perseverance, and basically every other word that is badassery or motherhood. But surprisingly enough, that is not the Labor of Love I want to talk about...

Memorial Day has come and almost gone. We spent the day with some fun friends, Eating Laughing Some of us riding a zip line. Throughout the day, I’ve stopped to think of the fallen soldiers all over the world. For when it comes down to it, We are all human, We all bleed, We...

Mother’s Day this year was definitely non-traditional in our home. Granted, I could likely say that about every year. While some are scrambling around trying to figure out what exactly to get their Mother, my husband had already asked me what I wanted earlier in the week. As...

“My water broke. We are headed to the hospital.” The excitement fills the air, knowing the baby is on his way. My bag is packed, I’m ready. Hours go by, everyone’s doing well but things are moving slowly so I head to bed to get some...

In the wee hours, I got the call. I shouldn’t have been surprised, because right before I had literally been dreaming about getting a call in, the birth, even the sex of the baby (my clients chose to not find out). I got ready in the stillness...