I see you.
Juggling work, play, drop offs, pick ups, classes, appointments, cleaning your house (shhh… I won’t tell the toilet hasn’t been scrubbed in… a while)…
I see you. I feel you. I AM you!
Parenting is tough gig.
It’s messy and brilliant. Demanding and wonderful. Fulfilling and draining. It’s SO much all at once. Continue reading
Sometimes you eat a delicious meal,
watch (and cry to) Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix,
sit on a labor ball,
and eat ice cream with a hint of Castor Oil mixed in…
It works. Continue reading
Often times, when I get inquiries for birth work what I hear from people is…
“Hi, So my friend told me you’re a doula and I’m not super sure what to expect, but I’d really like to hire you for my birth!”
Whoa! While I’m SUPER flattered and impressed that you trust your friend THAT much, I’m going to ask for a date first! Continue reading
As we’re preparing to celebrate the birthday of my biggest baby, I realized, I’ve never written down her birth story.
I’ve made a tradition of writing them down on their first birthday as reflection, but with E that just didn’t happen.
So… without further ado, I will share with you the experience that changed my life and forever shaped my world (in more ways than one…) Continue reading
Being a childbirth educator, I’m often asked…
“But do we *really* need a birth plan?!”
Yes. The answer is always 100% yes.
And not for the reasons that you might think. Continue reading
-Sarah Wells Lizzy Breast Pump Bag-
When you’re a pumping mama, there is a lot of stuff that ends up traveling with you everywhere you go. Tubing, flanges, breast shields, storage bottles, ice packs, A PUMP… Where the heck do you put it all? Continue reading
Sterling Sliver Nursing Cups
For many mama’s nursing isn’t something that comes without effort. And often times, it comes with blood, sweat, and tears. Literally. Continue reading
You’re actually alone for a bit and you’re standing in line at the grocery store. In the aisle next to you, a baby starts crying. Suddenly you get the tingly sensation, you just can’t stop the letdown reaction, and BAM… boobies turn to fountains and your shirt is soaked in the most obvious “I’m a nursing mama” way. Continue reading
Let’s set the stage…
Final night of camping. All 5 of us snugly squeezed into our tent.
Approximately 2:30 a.m. (because who really knows what time it is when you’re camping?!)
Suddenly I hear the rustling of a child. Then the splatter. Then “Ohhh nooo, I threw up! Daddy! Daddy, I threw up!”
And people, we’re not talking a little puke. We’re talking singe the nose hairs, burn the eyes, curdled apple pie chunks puke. If you’re not gagging reading that, you’re a SAINT because I’m having some PTSD just thinking about it. Continue reading
One day my six year old proclaimed from the back seat,
“I’m moving somewhere else! Where nobody bosses me around!”
In one of my less glamorous moments I responded,
“Okay… I’ll help you pack up. Where should I take you?”
Being the parent of a “Spirited” or “Strong Willed” Child is exhausting.
Flat. Out. Y’all. Continue reading