Drinking all the cups of coffee. Sharing all the drops of bliss. Creator of a cozy home & mama village.
My postpartum room was eerily quiet as I held up one of the tiny preemie onesies and name placard up against the streaming sunlight of my window, snapping a photo. A photo without my baby. My body had labored through the night and desperately craved sleep. But all I could think about was that my... Continue Reading →
Somehow, 2020 is closer to its halfway point than to its origin, and most of us have spent the springtime months staying home as the pandemic has swept across the United States. March and April feel like a blur in my memory. And while I can only share my own perspective as a doula and... Continue Reading →
It's Mental Health Awareness month. And I wish I could sing over so many of my fellow #mentalhealth sufferers the song of Keala Settle "This is Me" with the same bold bravery: When the sharpest words wanna cut me down I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out I am brave, I am bruised... Continue Reading →
{Click here to first read "To My Husband: Family Letters Part I"} Sweet Girl, Today, you turned 3.5 years old. You asked for balloons, a koala to hang Christmas ornaments on (what in the world?!?), and a vanilla bean scone with white icing and your name written on it - in no particular order. You... Continue Reading →
Darkness cloaked the world outside my in-law's house, as I rose to make a cup of coffee, rock Micah back to sleep, and open my journal for one of the first times in a year. The fans in my upstairs bedroom added a new level of white noise, as we combat the heat of July... Continue Reading →
Micah laid in front of me on the bed, feet kicking, fists clenched, crying. I sobbed too. Waiting for my milk to letdown. Waiting for the tingle to know that Micah wouldn't have to work very hard to latch and drink. Despite several tongue and lip tie procedures, his latch has never been good. He... Continue Reading →
Nights full of broken sleep. Coffee. Sore boobs. Half-finished sentences. Healing foods, supplements, and essential oils. Coffee. Newborn snuggles. Sibling snuggles. Coffee. Soaked nursing pads. Changing diapers. More coffee. These are a few of the things that currently fill my days and nights. But, it was not so very long ago that my sweet Micah... Continue Reading →
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