Tis’ the season of love, and if we as doulas know anything about Valentine’s Day in the Upper Peninsula, it is a day that many people do more than eat a little dark chocolate and drink a little wine.
Even at journal club a couple of...
Just drop that phrase around a group of parents and they will know exactly what you are talking about.
Often what follows is sharing their experience with swaddling their baby or babies.
Sometimes they will even whip a swaddle out and demonstrate what did and didn’t work.
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,
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,
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.
“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...