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I started out my pregnancy convinced the best way to deliver was with an epidural, and if I didn’t go into labor by my due date I would schedule an induction. It is, after all, the trend in birthing today. As time went on and my husband and I educated ourselves we knew it was in our baby’s best interest to deliver naturally. Unfortunately, I have a low pain threshold and we weren’t sure how we were going to accomplish a natural birth. Then along came Sarah Green. She reassured us it was possible, gave us confidence and preparation ideas. She reassured me through the whole labor and was by my side the entire 16 hours of intense labor. Because of her and my birth team I’m proud to say we did it and we have a healthy little girl!
-Koola, Andrew & Elin
I’ve got a new name. OK, well its actually the name I was born with, so technically…
If you know me at all you know I thrive on change. I rearrange my furniture on a weekly basis. I need drastic change and mild chaos to feel content and peaceful. So re-branding my business and changing the name almost seems a forgone conclusion to me. To everyone else this may seem strange, (and it is) but removing Woven & Spun and simply using my name is something I’ve been turning over in my mind for awhile now and with some wise counsel decided to go ahead and bite the bullet!
I found an incredible designer, Amy Cox, who “got” what I was talking about and patiently went through draft after tedious draft until at last I said, “This is IT!” She’s a saint.
My always dependable, tolerant and mildly birthy-stuff-phobic web designer, Jamie Fritz, (“Sarah, some of these pictures are borderline soft core.” Love him.) changed everything around for me… again
So, this is it! What do you think? I’d love to hear your input! Unless its negative… then not so much. :)
Sarah was such a blessing to both me and my husband. She helped me stay comfortable, reminded me of my birth desires, gave me strength when I felt I was drained, and never left my side- except to bring us Starbucks Sarah helped my husband know everything was normal and helped him help me. After a nearly two day labor and no pain drugs, I can say Sarah made it all possible! Our prayers were answered with a perfect birth and a perfect baby boy!
This is a wonderful quote from Mother Wise’s Facebook page…
“We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of “starting a family.” “We’re taking a survey,” she says half-joking. “Do you think I should have a baby?”
“It will change your life,” I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.
“I know,” she says, “no mor…e sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations.”
But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes.
I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.
I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, “What if that had been MY child?” That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her.
That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.
I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of “Mom!” will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moments hesitation.
I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her
baby’s sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.
I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy’s desire to go to the men’s room rather than the women’s at McDonald’s will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming
children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.
However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.
Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself.
That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs.
I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.
My daughter’s relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks.
I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child.
I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.
I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.
I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike.
I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time.
I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.
My daughter’s quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. “You’ll never regret it,” I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter’s hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings.
Please share this with a Mom that you know or all of your girlfriends who may someday be Moms. May you always have in your arms the one who is in your heart.”