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Rockstar Treatment

Rockstar Treatment

I don't even know where I want to begin with this one, so I'm going to just aim and get on with my feelings.  

Being in the birth world means I hear lots of reproduction stories, from families who have hired me to provide them with skilled doula support, to friends and family wanting to share, to the woman in the grocery market in Plymouth who noticed my "doula" tee shirt and stops to talk in the orange juice section, sharing deep emotions rooted in a traumatic or jubilant experience. I'm there for it all. I'm all ears. I'm present no matter her story, choices, or outcome. 

Playing NICE: How Women Rise

Playing NICE: How Women Rise

Our commitment to women and their work is nothing we joke around about, and if you know us, we can't help ourselves when it comes to a good laugh. We love hearing stories from fellow women who saw needs in their communities and found a way to fix that deficit. They saw a problem and they took care of it, the way we strong women do.  Whether by offering services, goods, or both, the women entrepreneurs we have surrounded ourselves with have built businesses run entirely on intelligence, fervor, eagerness, and pure ambition. They are the go getters, do gooders, and up lifters.

Learning how to throw someone a rope

Learning how to throw someone a rope

Hello new friends, people I don't know.  And a few people I do.  I want to get raw with you for a moment in the hopes that it may help someone else out there in the internet land.  It feels vulnerable to talk about these things, so I want to ask you all to be kind.  (CN: Postpartum rage, suicidal thoughts, intrusive thoughts)

I read an article this morning that threw me off balance in a big way.  I found myself tearing up and feeling nauseous in the middle of my kitchen in Brewster, reading it on my phone while my four year old asked for a glass of juice and my puppy tore up the living room carpet.  It's this article: Naked.  Please go read it.  It's short, but it spoke to me in a way that few things do.  

After the birth of my twins, I was battered.  Traumatized.  Their birth and early infancy went exactly the opposite of what I had been dreaming of: unwanted cesarean birth, NICU stay for respiratory distress.  My sweet, precious babies