October Skies
As a child (and especially as a melancholy pre-teen), October always seemed the saddest month. Now, as an adult and a professional midwife, October holds many tales.
Keeping It Clean
People ask me all kinds of questions about home birth, midwifery, my background, my equipment, my personal philosophy, my experience... But to this day, no one has ever asked how my surgical instruments are cleaned and sterilized.
A Week Later The Blizzard Babies
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
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.
How to report a Midwife in NY
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 Turns Five: The Party
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).
Starting Local Care Midwifery
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.
Flesh is strong
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.
Waiting for a baby, One year later
A year ago, I was waiting for Baby Joey to be born. Baby Joey that no one expected to live.
Born into loving hands
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.