Yellow Ribbon

Living in a military town, I sure am pretty oblivious to the ways of the military. The Air Force stationed my dad here in the 70’s and Colorado won his heart. 15 years later after getting out, moving back to Indiana, getting married and having 2 kids, he moved our family back. Although I couldn’t tell you what ranks belong to which branch or if a commander is higher than a general, I do know that military families sacrifice a lot. But now having worked with families whose husbands are deployed during the pregnancy or birth of their child, I understand on an even deeper level. I’ve had the gift of helping quite a few mommas bring their babies into this world while daddy is far away or the upcoming deployment is a dark cloud in the distance on such a happy day. The staticky, sometimes pixelated connection to a daddy in a far away land. And 9 months later, meeting his Avalie for the first time. And huggin that hott wife of his. 😉 [Photo by Jen Lints Photography] There is no difference missing the firstborn than missing your second, third or fourth child. Each baby is a precious, unique and special gift and something a father wants to be a part of. I can’t imagine it ever gets easier. [Jen Lints Photography] Tears normally come during labor and birth, but my heart physically hurts when a momma says to me while crying, “this isn’t right, he is supposed to be here.” And I know my hug is a poor substitute for his. I always say a prayer...

summer

Remember last summer? I’m sure you do. I’m sure you remember the pool and beer and sunshine and friends and hiking and vacation and all the good stuff summer brings. I remember babies. I remember hospital rooms and homes. I remember being woken up in the wee hours of the morning. I remember hearing little ones cry for the first time. I remember holding many a momma’s hand. I remember a breech vaginal birth. And 3 others where we barely made it to the hospital in time. I remember barely making it to a couple home births. I remember one momma shouting from the mountaintops “look at my baby! He is amazing! He is beautiful! So many newborns are ugly, but look at him!” This momma will probably forever remain the most “high” from an unmedicated birth I will witness. She told everyone in the room to rob a bank if they couldn’t afford a doula. So if you wanna top her, you better get creative. I was there when a momma made the call to her deployed husband in Kuwait “Babe, he is here! I did it with no pain medication, I wish you could have seen me!” I have vivid memories of my first mommas who needed c-sections. I remember many sad and happy tears shared between me and these families that so graciously allow me into such a sacred time. I remember being pretty tired. I remember an emergency c-section where I ran next to her bed with her as far as I could, she continued on passed the OR doors, and then within minutes I...

hardwired

I’ve recently read a fantastic book on breastfeeding. I would recommend it to anyone who wants to breastfeed. Or to anyone who doesn’t know what they want, because it will encourage you and help you to believe in yourself that you can. One of their biggest points that they drive home often throughout the book is that babies are hardwired to breastfeed. That instinctually they know how to do it and although it is a learned skill, it is within their physiology to breastfeed. A friend of mine has been caring for a newborn for the last week until he goes to his adoptive parents. She took him out last night and forgot a bottle. A friend of hers, who is breastfeeding her own toddler, offered to try to feed him. The newborn latched right on with no problems, no confusion and ate like a champ!!! I’ve heard of this happening, but have never known a baby who did it! I thought that was really awesome and is such a good representation of how a woman’s body is designed to take care of new life and a new baby is designed to accept and depend on that. I think pregnancy, birth and postpartum and breastfeeding are so fascinating. I’m sure this doesn’t excite most people. I guess it’s why I do what I do, huh?   To take a look at the book, or their website, go here....