My last blog post, Waiting For Babies, was written when many babies, my Blizzard Babies, were due. Now, a week later, I have.....
Nine months ago, I was moving into this house and winter storms followed. Snow fall keeps a midwife busy twice, once with shoveling, once with catching. Nine months ago, I was shoveling. Now, I am ready for those blizzard conceived babies to be born into my waiting hands.
Why in the world would I ever even consider writing a blog post entitled 'How to Report a Midwife in NY'? Because I care about women, babies, and midwives.
LCM turned five and we celebrated with cake and balloons and babies and wagon rides and... Fun! Here are the photos (all 100 of them).
In 1999, my family and I moved to New York from Carbondale, Colorado. We moved here for my first job as a midwife. We moved here with my job contract, a lot of hope, and more than just a few prayers. We drove a U-Haul filled with all our belongings and a station wagon filled with our three kids. We drove across mountains, plains and the great Mississippi. Our finances were tight (our budget could handle an occasional treat at Friendly's, not gallons of organic milk). This move was a stretch for all of us, a leap of faith as a family to support my dream of being a midwife.
As a midwife, I have known strong and determined women that by sheer will and determination made their bodies do impossible feats. But sometimes, the opposite happens: the body is so strong that the heart and mind simply have to bend.
A year ago, I was waiting for Baby Joey to be born. Baby Joey that no one expected to live.
Please forgive me for not writing sooner. The last month and a half have flown by -moving home and office was a lot of work! In honor of Valentine's Day. in honor of you my reader's and most importantly, in honor of Joseph Jude and his story, I am 'back in the saddle' and submitting a post. Read to the end and support the Into Loving Hands Movie fundraising campaign.
As a consumer of midwifery care in the 1980's and 1990's, I opted out of routine, prenatal ultrasounds. Cleaning through old files recently, I came across the photos on the one and only ultrasound, I had during my pregnancies.
Quilts are amazing things: they are made of fabric that together warm you more than the separate layers ever would. A handmade quilt? Well, it warms the soul as well as the body. This week, I was presented with a very special quilt and now my body, heart and soul are very warm and cozy indeed.