Mabel’s Poem


On the wintry eve of Sunday night
something happened hidden from sight
Under the covers before midnight’s stroke
we felt a wetness, her water broke
A full day would pass after the rupture
we tried walks, massage and acupuncture
Then waves of pain made her shake
contractions would rack her like seismic quakes
Each time it started I’d clock the pain
on top of each-other they came again and again
A husband and doula gathered around
To help my dear Rainbow as she let out a sound
A sound that was filled with hurt and fight
I dug into her back with all of my might
She reached inside and felt a head
Inside the bath her body bled
The midwife arrived not a minute too soon
Out of her cervix was a half moon
A stool was brought out next to the tub
A full head of hair showed like a shrub
Onto the stool labored my wife
Together we partnered to birth a new life
Then a magical body swooshed out
Into her arms my Rainbow did shout
Oh my god, oh my god, oh god, oh my
And with big open eyes the child did cry
It was then it began like a tale or fable
This world was gifted our dear Mabel

Got Breastmilk?


Hello MCNYC families, friends and fellow birth workers,
We are reaching out to you because Shar and I are midwives to a family who is in need. As many of you know, I did 6 months and many, many ounces of privately donated breast milk after Angelina was born. It is a wonderful memory in an other wise sometimes disorienting and challenging but always powerful time. Please feel free to pass this on to others you think may be able to help. The birth grapevine is powerful!
Hi, there!

My name is Charise and I’m an UWS mom-to-be expecting her first baby in mid-November. As a carrier of the BRCA gene, and after losing my mother too young to breast & ovarian cancer, I had a prophylactic bilateral mastectomy in 2007. It was the best decision I ever made (aside from marrying my wonderful husband Alex, cc’d here), as I am worry-free and cancer-free. But I will miss breastfeeding.
The blessings of the mastectomy are abundant, and this new one- learning about how moms share milk with gals like me- is one of the brightest blessings of all. So, Alex and I bought ourselves a deep freezer, it’s all plugged in, and we are seeking moms who might be willing to pump us a bag or two of milk for our baby. 
If you think this is something you might be able to do, we would be ever-so-grateful, happily skip on over to your home to pick it up, and forever remember you with full hearts as we feed our baby.
We would be happy to share any more information about us if you might find it comforting to know where your milk is going. Basically, we are more in love with each other and this baby than we ever thought possible, and hope to expand that love with nutritious milk from our community.
Thanks for reading and take good care.
With love & gratitude,

Eudora’s Grand Entrance!


Our Birth Story

July 23 – July 25, 2017

I woke up Sunday morning during your usual witching hour of 5AM and decided to take a walk around Prospect Park. We walked together around the park loop and I thought about how much I couldn’t wait to meet you. It had been so many months of wishing and trying for you and a wonderful pregnancy dreaming of who you would be that the excitement of you almost being here felt like Christmas morning. You seemed comfortable just where you were though and I wondered on day 41w+3d if I was ever going to meet you. This was my first lesson in patience.

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Happy Breastfeeding Week!

There are SO many steps to “successful” breastfeeding. We want to wish all of you breastfeeding families out there a week of celebrating every one of your breastfeeding accomplishments. It is not an easy road for everyone, and however you got there, you are enough!

Here are some of our MCNYC moms breastfeeding, or working their way to breastfeeding their little bubs.

My Birth Story

People will tell you I was the most prepared person they knew.

No matter who you are, nothing can prepare you for birth.

At 5pm on Monday, November 7th, the day before both my due date and what was the unexpected coming pandemonium of the November 8th election in the US, my water broke.

Though movies like to herald a wet labor arrival, in a dramatic “whoops! splash on the sidewalk!” scene, it’s actually super uncommon to have your water break to begin.

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