So how are you? How’s it going? My friend asked over the phone, making me pause in my response. Three simple words. A loaded question, if you will. A question that could begin a super long, taxing conversation, or become a really brief back and forth of side-stepping everything. What would I say? How’s it …
In a constant battle of valleys and hills, I was skeptical at first going to the “Come to the Table Tour,” thinking I wouldn’t glean much from this night, but I was sorely wrong. There was so much to learn. I was filled to the brim on this wonderful night of fellowship and worship, and …
Just when I think I’ve escaped, postpartum hormones wash over me like a fog of darkness. The sun has set, and my husband and I are usually sitting on the couch by the time postpartum sets in, like doom and gloom. No matter how great the day was, how “successful” I felt, postpartum settles in …
Magic happens in the seemingly mundane. There is something special about singing to my son and hearing him sing back to me. Really belt it out right back at me. Face full-of-emotion, straining through his newfound sounds like he’s really trying to bring it. To bring all the melodious melodies to the air. Making it …
Birth stories are always interesting to hear. Everyone has a different story which is so cool! No two stories are alike which makes the whole birth process elusive and difficult to really grasp in your mind. When I got pregnant with Baby Boy, my first thought was not, “I’m going to try for a natural …
No one could have prepared me for what a labor does to you, through you, in you. No one but my doula, Meg, and my husband, Jonathan. Now looking back, I can’t imagine going through labor without help. The education and knowledge I learned from taking the all natural birth class Mama Natural empowered my …
We are entering 6 months. Half a year. Something you never think you’ll hit when you first bring home your newborn. You don’t know if you’ll ever heal or if you’ll ever “feel” like yourself. I’m right there with ya, but here we are six months later, and some things are starting to jive. So …
“Just…no….STOP!” I finally yelled. My fur baby, Indie, was licking all over our newborn son. I was trying desperately to be patient, but no sleep had led me to being a very impatient person, a person I didn’t know how to handle. He was just not understanding me! After yelling at Indie, looking into his …
