My friend Cathy

This is my sister midwife Cathy.

I found some photos of our adventures, the last one is the very oldest (the first birth we did together).

And here is her blog address: birthrightly.blogspot.com

Sometimes I don't post about things because she already has, so maybe you should check it out.

what we do best

And again.

Another baby!

Little June-bug was much awaited and she came in her perfect time. Both mama and midwife were so tired after an intense labor but it was worth it. We had a birth team of 5 people, coordinating their support and helping this mom and baby get through the waves and waves of contractions that just kept coming. No breaks. Until the wonderful moment of pushing.

I consider this mother a friend, and I'm in awe of her trust in her body and her baby to know what to do. That wasn't easy. It was hard to be patient waiting for the labor that seemed like it would never come. But babies DO come out, and I'm convinced that they will come at the right moment for them and sometimes not a minute too soon.

Time marches on

I've been in the birthing world for a while now, but tonight I realized just how long. As I was wandering through the church history museum (on an excellent personalized tour), I saw a familiar face which turned out to be the husband of one of my very first doula clients.

I supported them through the birth of their first baby while I was in the early years of midwifery school. They've since had another baby out of state and it was so neat to see their little ones, and how much their oldest has grown. Guess how old she is.

Five.

That's right, I've been at this for five whole years and I still love it.

Back then...

...and now.

tired

What a lovely morning.This shot of Cathy and a beautiful new mama breastfeeding her surprise baby girl, happened only 12 hours after this photo of the same mama waxing Cathy's eyebrows!

It was such a long night, I'm going to bed.

Daybreak

This was the scene of my day's work.

I got to help a lovely family receive their healthy newborn, and witness the making of a big brother. If you look closely you can see him hanging onto my glove. And there's always the honor of spending a birth day with my dear friend.

I also got a picture, and therefore, a reason to post (finally).