Tag Archives: Birth

Turning into our mothers

Turning into our mothers

Sometimes as a doula I make women cry. Sometimes without warning, the tears start to flow. But more often than not I see it coming. My questions are asked intentionally so to roll that boulder from off of that cave, to uncover her hidden burden. I want to get there. And I don’t do it to be cruel,… Read more

How it happens

How it happens

They’ll tell you you’ve changed. And it will be true. You’ll forever wear the name tag staking a claim at your former motherless self, but now you are she- an evolved version. And you’ve only just had your babe mere moments ago but you’ve changed already, yes. And you’ve changed them, too. I’ll tell you why. You’ve… Read more

Not your saving grace

Not your saving grace

I’m not your hero. In the heat of things, in your hardest hour, in your desperation, you may look to me as if I am, but it’s because you’re not thinking straight anymore. Luckily for you though, I know very well how to help you find your girl. When the change that you’ve been curious… Read more

My version and yours

My version and yours

My calves are twitching and I’m thinking of you. Your precious, petite girl was born two days ago and you’ve moved out and moved on from the hospital birth, but I’m still here remembering. You’re home and you’re focused on her round, rosy face and her dimpled hands, grasping at your breast, and I’m still… Read more

What I like more than babies

What I like more than babies

People think I do this work for the babies. For the round and pudgy ones. For the ones with hair. For the ones that have wide eyes and arm rolls. For the ones that stare into their mother’s eyes intensely and immediately. For the ones with button noses and perfect pouty lips. For the ones… Read more

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