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

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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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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My Birth Story

feet_(This family wanted to keep their names anonymous but were happy to share the story of the birth of their little baby!)

I was more than a week past my due date, and I had just come from what I’d hoped would be the acupuncture appointment that finally brought on my labor. As I was walking to the pharmacy to buy the edible kind of castor oil, I got shit on by a bird which seemed like a good omen. 
After taking the castor oil cocktail around noon and then taking a nap on our brand new couch, there was a moment I was terribly afraid I was going to have an accident all over it but thankfully, that did not happen. My contractions started getting regular around 5:30pm. They were manageable for a while with walking back and forth, getting in the shower, and kneeling on our bed leaning over the yoga ball. But then as evening turning into night, the outside world started to recede and I remember noticing that my husband was starting to get a little overwhelmed between timing the contractions and giving me what I needed (hip squeeze here, a drink of coconut water there) and keeping the midwives and the doula posted. 

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Amanda’s Birth Story

This is Amanda’s birth story, the home birth of her daughter Arya Rose, posted with permission from her own blog:


Just one month ago, I gave birth to my first child, Arya Rose. I decided to share the story of her birth because it was both normal and extraordinary, what I planned for but not what I expected, ultimately what I wanted but not in the way I envisioned. It broke me open and changed me forever, repeatedly pushed me to the edge all while ushering me gracefully into this new role as a mother. Continue reading “Amanda’s Birth Story”