My Path to Motherhood

October 21, 2011 in Uncategorized by Heatherlady

by Heather

I thought that since this is my first “official” post on this blog that I should give a bit of history about myself. I’m sure that eventually you will learn more than you ever wanted to!

My mother has four children. For the first three births she had medications and according to her the birth experiences were all traumatic.

Both my parents always told me that the doctor who delivered me was horrible and treated my mother very unkindly and actually lost his license a few months after I was born for malpractice.

During my brother’s pregnancy my mother had severe toxemia that went untreated and my brother was born blue and not breathing, luckily he has been breathing fine (except for mild asthma) ever since.

My little sister was born via forceps but the doctor placed them bad and she got forceps trauma on her face– one of her eyes was squashed and her head was a little misshapen. Today you would never be able to tell by looking at her– she is BEAUTIFUL– but we still jokingly like to call her “flat head.” 

For my mother’s last pregnancy with my youngest sister she was determined to have a different experience. She studied, researched, practiced and got my dad on board with a natural childbirth. As a ten-year-old I could have cared less about how my new little sister was born, but I’ ll never forget the pride in my Dad’s voice when he told me that my mother had given birth to my new sister without drugs. I really had no clue what that meant but I remember him telling me about how he was there with her the whole time, how he used tennis balls to rub and massage her back,and how at the end she asked for an epidural but the doctor told her it was too late. I also remember my mother telling me that she’d never felt more powerful or more weak than she did during my sister’s birth and that she thought that was how God intended for women to give birth. From these accounts my little ten-year-old brain constructed an image of what it must look like to give birth; from them on out when ever I envisioned myself giving birth it somehow always included someone rubbing me with tennis balls and feeling powerful.

For the next ten years of my life I never thought about birth again…really I didn’t. Then I went to college at BYU and had no idea what I wanted to major in. About half way through the school year I did one of my first long fasts, over 24 hours, and asked the Lord if he would help guide me towards the work He wanted me to do. I got the strong impression I needed to study nursing. This was not the answer I was looking for. I kept telling God that he really had to be mistaken because I was the girl who passed out in the first aid section of her lifeguard training class and who was unable to give blood at the High School blood drive because she passed out when the nurse pricked her finger. I told God that he must know of my proclivity for passing out and I didn’t see how there was anyway I could make it through nursing school. Yet, the more I prayed the stronger the direction to study nursing came. So with a lot of faith I declared myself a “pre-nursing” major and signed up for a full load of anatomy, physiology and chemistry classes.

I really enjoyed my classes and it was in my Introduction to Nursing course that I learned about nurse midwives and knew that that was the reason the Lord had directed me towards nursing. I was suppose to become a midwife. I didn’t really know why but I knew that was what the Lord wanted me to do. So with that goal in mind I finally applied to BYU’s nursing program but I didn’t get in. The nursing program at BYU is really hard to get into and the semester I applied the lowest GPA they accepted was a 3.76. I was close to that but not quite close enough. I was really confused and lost and couldn’t understand why God would have sent me down this path only to find a dead end. For a whole semester I floundered and half heartily re-applied to the nursing program– knowing that I wouldn’t get in. In the end I chose to get my degree in Public Health. It was the perfect mix of eduction, biology, psychology, sociology, and medicine and I loved it.

During this time I met my husband and  got married. When we got married having children was really low on my priorities. I wanted to “do something with my life” before I “lost” myself in motherhood. I wanted to travel, work and get my PhD (or at least my Masters) before I even thought about confining myself to the burden of motherhood.

Yet, like always, God had other plans for my life.

Right after our wedding my period completely stopped for almost a year. The doctor couldn’t figure out what was wrong and no amount of hormones, medicines or ultrasounds made any difference. Up until the point that I lost my periods I’d never appreciated them. I’d always seen them as something gross and inconvenient. Yet once they were gone I realized what an incredible blessing it is to shed blood each month; to freely give the blood that bears witness to the continuation of life, the blood that represents hope. In that year I spent without periods I would have given a thousand PhDs and all the exotic places in the world just to have that glimmer of hope… the hope that one day I might be blessed with the greatest gift God can bestow in this life– a new life.

When faced with the possibility that I might never be able to have children my heart and soul did a 360 rotation. I went from thinking that children were something that I would have to fit around my life plan… to thinking that my life plan was something that would have to fit around my children. Those unborn children became my only desire and I promised God that if he would send them to me I would give my whole soul– body and spirit– to them. Yet I faced month after month with no blood and no hope. Still, when my soul despaired I always heard a voice deep in my heart that told me things would be fine and that I just needed to be patient.

So I waited.

During this year of infertility God sent amazing and unexpected people into my life. There was couple at our church activity who talked to Jon and I about who they were planning their second unmediated birth and were really excited about. They told us about hypnobirthing and about how the birth of their first child had been an incredible experience for them. I think that was the first time I’d ever heard anyone my age talk about giving birth without an epidural, not to mention someone who talked about how wonderful the physical experience of giving birth could be. Then there was the home birth midwife that I got stranded with at the bus stop with for three hours in Salt Lake City. It was a Saturday afternoon and for some reason the buses were really, really late. This midwife was LDS and was from California but she was visiting SLC for a midwifery conference. She spent almost three hours talking to me about birth and about some of the amazing experiences she’d had as a midwife. She sent me home on the bus with a copy of “Midwifery Today” and by the time Jon and I got back to Provo I felt overwhelmed with the spirit. I knew that this woman had been sent to me for a reason.

After that I looked into the possibility of becoming a Certified Professional Midwife through the Midwives College of Utah or a Certified Nurse Midwife through the University of Utah. Both options really excited me but every time I went to move forward with the applications things just didn’t feel right so I decided to wait.

Two weeks later I found out I was expecting.

While I was pregnant I took a doula training and attended my first birth as a doula (for one of my high school friends) when he my son  6 months old. Since then I’ve attended several dozen births and can honestly say that I am addicted to seeing babies be born. There is nothing more miraculous and beautiful and every time I see a new human being enter this world I am in awe. My husband says that once I am unable to have my own children anymore that I will have to become a midwife or I’ll go through withdrawals. Which is probably true. Yet I don’t know, because God always seems to guide my life in unexpected ways. For example, not long after my second baby was born I had been praying that God would help me find a way to share my passion and my love for birth and motherhood with other women. I felt like I had been given a gift that I wanted desperately to share. After several months of the same prayer I happened to stumble onto The Gift of Giving Life blog and saw what Felice and Lani were doing. I sent in my birth story and somehow, though I can’t quite remember how, they invited me to help them with the book. It has been an incredible two years and my soul and my testimony of womanhood has grown so much. I am so excited to see our book finally come out and it will be exciting for me to  for me to see where God leads this project– and me– next!

Midwifery as a Calling

October 19, 2011 in LDS History by Heatherlady

By Heather

One of my assignments for this book has been to research the birthing history of early LDS women. It has been an incredible experience and I’ve learned so much about birth and about midwifery. One of the things that I was most impressed to discover was that in the early days of the church, midwifery was a spiritual calling. A woman was called to be a midwife by priesthood authority, often after having been nominated by the Relief Society, and set apart by the laying on of hands. She was usually set apart by a General Authority of the church, if available, and the calling was for life, much like the calling of Patriarch.

The first woman we know of who was set apart as a midwife was Patty Bartlett Sessions, who is probably the most famous of the early church midwives and who personally delivered at least 4,000 babies during her life time. As a young girl, Patty received a strong spiritual confirmation about her calling as a midwife and had been working as a midwife for many years before she joined the church. When she arrived in Nauvoo she was set apart by Brigham Young and Heber C. Kimball as a “Doctor of Women” and went on to deliver thousands of babies for the LDS community. (Sessions, 1997).

During the early days of the church, hundreds of women were set apart as midwives.Some had formal training before their calls but others didn’t. My favorite story is of Josephine Catherine Chatterly Wood, of the Escalante area. When she was twenty-nine years old and the mother of several children, her Bishop called her to be the midwife of the community. At first she refused, saying, “I am green as a cucumber and I don’t know how babies are born.”

The Bishop promised to give her a blessing, and in the blessing he told her that she would be guided by the Lord and that great wisdom would be hers. Still feeling overwhelmed and inadequate, Josephine read all the books she could find and prayed and studied tirelessly. Before her first call to a mother in labor she asked her husband to give her a blessing, then, Josephine she went to the Bishop’s house and made him come with her to the birth because she was so nervous. The birth went well. Yet for several years afterward, Josephine would occasionally call the Bishop to come help her with the delivery of a baby.

Caroline Redd, one of the women who was attended by Josephine for eight of her births, said this of her: “None served more or gave more than she, and none was loved more. She loved to do the thing she was called to do. She loved her husband and family. She never complained. God gave her wisdom and power because she could translate pain into joy.” (Noall, 1942)

In general though, most LDS midwives had some sort of formal training. Later-day Saints were very unique in this respect in19th America when few midwives had any sort of training. The reason LDS women were so highly skilled in midwifery was for several reasons. Some of the early women coverts to the church came to Salt Lake City from Europe and had studied midwifery at schools in Scotland and France. Also, Brigham Young felt deeply about properly caring for prospective mothers and was particularly impressed by the trails and tribulation that women suffered when they had to “go down to the Valley of death” to bring forth the new citizens of Zion.

Even though Brigham Young had a real mistrust of doctors, which was probably very valid considering most of them didn’t have any sort of training, he eventually changed his mind and in 1880’s he started sending women to medical school to learn obstetrics. It was around this time that germ theory was being adopted. Germ Theory had been discovered in the 1860’s, and the medical profession was starting to become more research based and professionalized. Perhaps Brigham Young was inspired to hesitate about doctors until the saints could be assured that they were getting quality medical training and care.

Dr. Ellis Shipp was the first woman sent by Brigham Young to the Woman’s Medical College in Philadelphia to study medicine and obstetrics. After she returned from studying medicine she traveled all over the Mormon territories training hundreds of women as midwives and in the basics of home nursing.In fact, during the 19th century Utah had one of the largest numbers of women doctors than almost anywhere else in the world. (Dorigatti, 2009)

The need for midwives in the newly established Zion was so great that in each Ward, the Relief Society would nominate two women to be trained and set apart as midwives for the women of the ward. These prospective midwives would usually travel to a place where Dr. Shipp, or another traveling doctor, was holding a temporary midwifery clinic. Since the time commitment was great–at least three months, and the cost very expensive (the cost the book was $20, which was a small fortune back then), the Relief Society of each ward would pay for their books and then feed and watch over their husbands and children while they were away.

One midwife who gained her training this way was Phebe Amelia Richards Peart, a midwife in Farmington. Her daughter said, “When she was on her first case, she decided that some day she would be a midwife…. Knowing how greatly midwives were needed, she looked forward to the day when she could study for this profession…. Some four years later, after she had become Mrs. Jacob Peart Jr., she laid her plans before her husband and also her mother, Mary Thompson Richards. She asked their permission and their help in taking a course of study under Dr. Shipp. It was, however, obvious, from the start that she could expect neither encouragement nor help from her family. Both her husband and her mother were bitterly opposed to the suggestion. They held to the then popular conviction that a woman’s place is in the home. To them it seemed unthinkable that Phebe should attempt such a career. The Relief Society was sympathetic to her desire and through it, even in the face of dire opposition at home, Phebe eventually complete her training and received from Dr. Shipp a certificate which made her eligible to practice nursing and obstetrics.” (Noall, 1942)

Several of the accounts I read also spoke of midwives as “presiding” at a birth. Typically when I think of “presiding,” I think of a priesthood holder presiding over a church meeting. The man presiding isn’t always the one who is in charge of conducting the meeting; commonly he doesn’t say anything, but he is there representing the priesthood authority of Heavenly Father. I like the image of a midwife not “delivering” or “catching a baby,” but “presiding over the birth.” Her job isn’t to do the work–that is in the hand of God, mother and baby–rather, she is there to oversee the process and to represent the power of the Heavenly Mother.

One midwife, Annie Bryceon Laker who served in Southern Idaho, once told her friend that, “… the strength that comes to us is from the Priesthood, and the power we receive through the Priesthood is from our Father in Heaven.” (Noall, 1942)

The experience of the early Later-day Saint women has taught me several important lessons. First, that God is very interested in the way in which His daughters birth and how His children come to this world. Second, that the Lord qualifies whom he calls. Though midwives may no longer be called and formally set apart, many of the midwives (and doulas and childbirth educators) I know, both in and outside of our faith, will tell you that they feel like God called them to do this work and that he inspires and guides them in their work.

We plan to include some of this information in the book, so I would love to hear comments or questions.


Noall, Claire. 1942. Mormon Midwives.UtahState Quarterly, Volume 10.

Sessions, Patty Bartlett. 1997 Mormon Midwife: The 1846-1888 Diaries of Patty Bartlett Sessions. Donna Toland Smart (editor). Utah State Univeristy Press. Logan, Utah.

Dorigatti, Barbara T. Thompson. 2009. Pioneer Midwives. Daughters of theUtah Pioneers Lesson for September.

My First Birth Experience

October 17, 2011 in Birth Stories, Heather by Heatherlady

by Heather

On the night before Asher was born my Dad, brother, and two sisters were visiting us. They were headed back  the next morning, because my little sister was going to the Christmas Ball, and had been hoping the baby would be born while they were in town– no such luck. We’d spent all evening playing board games and eating pizza (the last thing I ate before labor). I had been having contractions pretty regularly but I had had lots of practice contractions for the last few months so I didn’t think much about them. They didn’t hurt or feel like anything abnormal. After my family left at about 10 PM I asked Jon to time my contractions because they were really frequent. We timed them and they were about 5 min apart and at least 1 min long, which is when most doctors tell you to go to the hospital. But they didn’t hurt, they just felt tight, so I wasn’t very worried. I called the midwife and left a message on her phone telling her that I was having more frequent contractions, but I really didn’t think I was going to have the baby for a few more days. I was only a day away from my due date, and was fully expecting to go a week or two past it. So Jon and I went to bed and I had the best sleep I’d had for several weeks, I think it was God’s gift to me so that I would be rested for labor.

The next morning at about 6:30 AM I woke up with really strong contractions. I knew that this was it and that the baby was coming that day. I woke up Jon and told him, and he jumped out of bed completely excited. The contractions were coming about every five minutes and were getting stronger, but I was handling them really well. We called the midwife, Vivian, and at first she asked if she should come in a few hours. I was having pretty strong contractions and didn’t really know what to tell her, but then I had a contraction while I was on the phone with her and had to stop talking so I could relax and breathe through it. After that she said she would cancel her appointments for the day and be over within the hour.

It felt really good to sit on the toilet, it made my hips wider, and so I sat there for several contractions while Jon got the birth pool, which the midwife had dropped off at our house a week or two before, set up in the living room. Jon also turned on the hypnobirthing CD which really helped me to relax and focus. I did a lot of pacing in between our bedroom and the baby’s room. I held my belly, hung my head to my chest, took deep breaths, and waddled in a figure 8 pattern in one room and out the other. This really helped me stay focused and peaceful. One time Jon made the mistake of getting in the way of my figure 8 and I whacked him out of the way. I remember walking like this until the midwife showed up and she and Jon filled up the birth pool.

By the time the birth pool was filled up the contractions were getting much much stronger and I was having a hard time breathing through them and staying calm. I whistled a lot to help me stay relaxed. I am a very auditory person and a long slow whistle at the start of each contraction helped me stay calm and focused. At about 10 o’clock I got into the birth pool, which was a big, deep pool that had ducks on it. The water was really hot and it relaxed my body all over. For the last hour or so I hadn’t been able to talk because I was too focused on the contractions, but as soon as I got into the birth pool I was able to talk with Jon and Vivian and even laugh. I still had to stop and focus on relaxing and breathing during contractions but in between contractions I was able to talk and laugh with them. Jon turned the hypnobirthing CD on and put in on repeat, I don’t remember listening to the words but the music helped me relax. Vivian checked the baby’s heart beat with an underwater Doppler every 10 min or so, and it brought me such peace to hear my baby’s heart beat and know he was on his way. I even think I fell asleep a few times in between contractions. I also remember staring at the Christmas tree while Jon stroked my hair and hummed to me. That was definitely the best part of labor.

After about an hour or two in the birth pool the relaxing effect started to wear off. The midwife told me I should probably get out and walk around for a little while, as staying in the same position tends to slow labor down. I got out of the pool and Jon helped me get dressed in my blue fleece nightgown again. But labor out of the water was SO MUCH HARDER! It felt like my body weighed a thousand pounds and that the contractions were harder to handle. I really started to panic and it took both Jon and Vivian’s skills to calm me down and help me focus again. I remember one particularly strong contraction when I was holding onto the bed posts and squatting; Jon was squeezing my hips and Vivian was brushing my hair telling me to “focus on the good, focus on the good sensations and let the pain go.” I remember it felt SO nice, and I felt SO supported and loved. The only time I laid down on the bed was when Vivian was checking my dilation and effacement (which she did only once). It was agony to lie down and even worse to have some one stick their hand up there! She told me I was at a 5 and I started to cry. I felt like I had gone so far and was afraid to think I was only half way. But she quickly told me “Five does not mean half way, you are doing great, five in not half way– five is close to being done.”

The rest of the labor is kind of a blur of pacing in the hall, squatting by my bed, Jon stroking my hair, and Vivian rubbing the pressure points on my feet– which was amazing. Finally I was able to get back into the birth pool, which had been filled up with more hot water. I hadn’t really been planning on a waterbirth, I thought that I would want to get out when it came time to push, but after feeling how much harder labor was out of the water I told myself that I was NOT getting out of that tub until the baby was born. Not long after getting back in the tub the transition contractions started and honestly I don’t remember too much about that time, I was too focused and was off in a whole different world. It was kind of a surreal experience. I remember being on my hands and knees with Jon stroking my hair and Vivian pouring water over my back. I remember Vivian asking me if I wanted to be checked again and I said “NO WAY!” I remember Jon and Vivian trying to get me to eat something, but all I wanted was apple juice. I also remember feeling so helpless and exhausted and telling Jon I wanted to be done –that I had changed my mind and didn’t really want to have a baby. I remember TOTALLY losing it and Vivian grabbing my face and helping me breath and calm down. I remember her telling me that she thought being on my hands and knees was a good position to help the last bit of cervix dilate and to help the baby move down. During this time the other midwife, Heather, showed up but I don’t remember even looking at her until after the baby was born.

Looking back, I think I started to push too early. I didn’t really have the urge to push, I just couldn’t feel the contractions anymore and so I thought “time to get the baby out”. I learned after that sometimes women get a break right before pushing where the contractions stop hurting, I should have just rested and enjoyed it, but I was too anxious to get the baby out. I pushed on my hands and knees for a long time. For lack of a better description, pushing felt like having a REALLY big bowel movement– not what I was expecting. After a while Vivian told me to reach down and feel the baby’s head. It was the most amazing feeling. I remember being shocked that there was so much hair! I think Jon reached down and felt it too. I was grateful to my friend who had told me that, “Crowing does not mean you are done– you still have a lot of work left to do!” Vivian told me to try a different position for pushing because hands and knees didn’t seem to be working. I turned on my side with Jon supporting my shoulder and my leg resting on the birth pool. After about an hour of pushing I felt my water break and the “ring of fire” around my perineum, and not long after the baby flowed out of me and into the warm water. I didn’t realize this till just a little while ago, when Jon was reading this and said, “Hey wait a minute! I am the one who caught him!” I thought that Vivian and Heather had reached down to get him, but I guess it was Jon (I didn’t know that ;). But he had to hand the baby over really fast to the midwives because the umbilical cord was wrapped around him twice. They untangled him and then put him on my tummy and I was stunned. Actually, one of the very first thought that crossed my mind was “Your not Luke (the name I had chosen), who are you?”

The first few minutes of his life were amazing. He had his arm totally wrapped around his head (like he was trying to touch his ear with his hand), which was why he was so hard to push out and why I tore– I had to get an arm and a head through. He just moaned and moaned and I was worried because he didn’t cry— I didn’t know that babies who are born in the water are extremely calm and peaceful. In fact, Heather (the midwife) said that the first time she did a water birth she messed with the baby way too much because she thought something was wrong because it was so relaxed and peaceful. Right away the midwives did all the Apgar tests while I held him in my arms and he was perfectly healthy. He even started trying to nurse within a few minutes of birth– I tell you my little boy likes to eat! After holding him for about five minuets we realized that no one had checked to see if he was a boy! He was. It is funny to watch the video of me right after his birth because I am so awestruck and overwhelmed and act like I was on some sort of “happy” drug– which in a way I was (after natural child birth you get the biggest rush of endorphins you’ll ever have in your life). Jon held the baby while I delivered the placenta and then the midwives got me out of the pool and wrapped me in warm blankets. I had a pretty bad tear and at first they were worried that I would need to go to the hospital and have my OB stitch me up (I had a backup OB just in case I had to transfer to the hospital). But after looking at it closer they realized it wasn’t as bad as it looked and were able to numb me and stitch me up. During that time Jon carried Asher around, who was still attached to the placenta (some research shows that the longer a baby is attached to the placenta the more stem cells they get, keeping them healthier their whole lives; as well as having less jaundice after birth) and he just kept moaning and moaning. I don’t think he cried full out for almost a day.

After being stitched up the midwives cleaned up the birth pool and the rest of the house (I swear they even did the dishes). I put on the pretty white nightgown I’d ironed weeks before and snuggled into bed with Jon and the baby. All in all the labor and birth was about 9 hours, unless you count the early labor when my contractions didn’t hurt and then it is more like 30 hours– but I slept through most of that so I don’t really count it. My sister-in-law was the first one to come visit, and them the rest of my in-laws showed up with THE BEST chicken dinner and yogurt parfait I’ve ever had in my life. They pampered me and made me feel like a queen. The next two weeks were wonderful because my mom came and took care of us, Jon’s mom came, Jon’s grandma came, and our ward brought SO much food. Our house felt sacred and peaceful. Most the time we left the blinds closed and just had the Christmas tree lights on. We had the most peaceful “babymoon” and we were really sad when we had to “emerge” and start normal life again. The only thing that was really hard was that I didn’t sleep for the first week he was born. Honestly, in a whole week I only got about 4 hours of sleep. I had plenty of help with the baby it was just that my mind was too excited and I couldn’t calm it down. I discovered chamomile tea and Unisom and am very grateful for them.

Birth was such an amazing experience for all three of us. In fact, I think Jon is more passionate about natural birth and home birth now than I am– imagine that! It was the HARDEST thing I have ever done in my life, and I remember right after it was over thinking “I don’t ever want to do that again.”But I guess God blesses women with forgetfulness, or they wouldn’t ever have any more babies! But then again I’ve never felt more powerful, strong or capable in my entire life. It was a wonderful way to start out my journey into motherhood. If I could do it all again– I would do it exactly the same. Asher has been the greatest blessing in my life and I can’t imagine the world without him. He had a really peaceful entry into this world and I just pray the rest of his life is just as beautiful. I am so grateful that God has trusted me to be his mother. I feel honored.

by Lani

We’re giving another book away!

October 13, 2011 in Book, Giveaways by Lani

Due to some publishing delays, our release date has been revised again.  February 14, 2012.  (Though we’re still holding out hope for a Christmas miracle!) So tell the one you love that you want our pretty book for Valentine’s Day!

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September 11, 2011 in Slideshow by enjoybirth

We have quite a few excerpts from the book available to read here.  This will give you a taste of what the book will be like.

Excerpt 1: Creating a Sacred Cesarean

In America over 30% of birthing moms will end up with a cesarean.  This section of the book was written to help moms create a sacred cesarean.   We decided to include almost the complete section (minus the birth stories), rather than an excerpt, in hopes that any mom in this situation can hopefully have a more positive birth.

Excerpt 2:  We Are Each Eve

We are all daughters of Eve.  How are modern women like her today?  Click here to read the excerpt.



September 10, 2011 in Slideshow by enjoybirth

We created this book as inspiration to help families have more spiritual births.

We referenced quite a few outside resources throughout the book and here is where you can find the different links from some of the chapters.  (More resources coming soon.)  Just click on the link below to go to the resource page for that chapter.

If you don’t see something you’d like on this page, send us an email and we’ll try to get resources for you.

  • Our free gift to you!
  • We Are Each Eve
  • Heavenly Mother
  • Our LDS Legacy
  • Our Mother’s Our Daughters
Chapter 2 Resources – The Importance of Birth
  • Counsel with the Lord
  • The Cesarean Choice
  • Choice and Accountability
  • Birth Plans
  • Mother-Centered Baby Showers
  • Emergency Preparedness
  • Creating a Sacred Cesarean
  • Meditation
  • The Spirit-Mind-Body Connection
  • Constant Nourishment
  • Faith
  • Power, Love and Sound Mind
Chapter 9 Resources – Pain
  • Healing from Loss
  • Healing from Traumatic Birth
  • Strengthening Marriage During Pregnancy and Beyond
  • Line Upon Line
  • Babywearing
  • Breastfeeding
  • Diapering options


September 9, 2011 in Uncategorized by enjoybirth

Our book has been born! You can buy your copy now! 🙂

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