A doula as photographer. A promised midwife as doula. A promised midwife as new mother (for the fifth time). A mother midwife who guides us all. We were on a tropical island as mama made her own waves, listening to ocean sounds from an iphone with a ceiling fan as the breeze. The birth was […]Read Post ›
Baby awoke mama with first contractions just before dawn and was earthside for dinner. This little family was a beautiful team and I, as usual, was astonished and humbled by their love.
Birth rarely goes as we plan, and yet, it’s always perfect. I was honored to play a doula and photographer role for this couple so full of love. Their experience is still with me. Her courage. His presence and emotion. And their wise and mysterious baby boy, who I get to squeeze on Friday. Each […]Read Post ›
Was just texting with a mama friend and the word authenticity came up, and stuck. Today, I tried out a bit of birth hypnosis with a doula client. I was nervous because I’m just starting to learn these techniques, and my default with anything in life is that I’d better be extraordinary at it before […]Read Post ›
You plan and pack and check the weather and think you’re ready, only to get rained on in the middle of your trip and you end up eating cold spaghetti out of a Ziplock instead of reveling in goopy s’mores over a roaring fire. You dream about sunny hikes and trail mix and starry nights, […]Read Post ›
January 17, 7pm Jamaica calls me. Regular contractions for the last hour. She’s trying different positions but can’t really find a comfortable one. She’s watching Wheel Of Fortune to distract herself. I’m driving to a surprise birthday party with a vegan, gluten free cake I baked and packaged in a box from Jamaica’s bakery. I […]Read Post ›
Mama Mandy 