3 Reasons to Consider Homebirth
my youngest and I in our bed, just after his birth
Last week Megan allowed me to write a guest post for her in her series on natural, intervention-free birth.
You can read it here: 3 Reasons to Consider Homebirth.
my youngest and I in our bed, just after his birth
Last week Megan allowed me to write a guest post for her in her series on natural, intervention-free birth.
You can read it here: 3 Reasons to Consider Homebirth.
I have delivered both of my boys at home with caring and skilled midwives. I was able to labor and push however and whenever I needed to. I want every mother to have that experience. It is not important to me that every woman have their baby at home, but that every woman is given…
I realized recently how many things I have forgotten: What it’s like to flush a toilet… how I never used to hear that sleepy breathing of our children as I crawled into my own bed… that everything begins at home… how I could pull the first string that could be the unraveling of my own children. *** It’s funny to watch them…
I don’t really know what happened to January. We started digging up the potato field. We had a lot of cozy evenings by the wood stove. We did a lot of addition and long division and multiplying fractions alongside reading and penmanship and english. I finally got around to planting broccoli starts which have still…
Our morning began as many Mondays often do; with heaps of dishes, dirty floors, and laundry scattered everywhere. A cow and goats to milk, breakfast to make, and chickens anxiously awaiting their freedom. As usual, Stewart heads out the door with the milk pail while I begin breakfast and coax the rest of the chore…
I am watching – baby on my hip and jaw on the floor- as a house takes form. It wasn’t so long ago, you see, that such a thing was unfathomable to me. They say you shouldn’t live in your house while it’s being built. They say you need so many square feet per person….
Mornings begin with Mabel, her big brown eyes pushing us out of slumber and into the barn to fill her feed box. I heat up water, take a few sips of coffee, grab Joshie, and hand Stewart the milking supplies as he heads out the door. We fill her feed box and give Stan some…