Memorial Day


Twas The Night of Her birth…


     Twas the night of her birth, when all through the house

 Not a doctor was stirring, not even a nurse.

            The candles were lit by the bath with care,

In hopes that her baby soon would be there.


She and her partner were nestled all snug in their bed,

While visions of red raspberry leaf tea and greek yogurt danced in her head.

And mama in her nightgown and SO in his

Had just settled their brains for a night of sleep filled with bliss.


When all of a sudden, there arose such a clatter,

SO sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the phone he made a quick dash,

Get the doula here, the midwife, the photographer with the flash!


She rested her hand on his arm, to calm him down,

Told him, “It’ll be okay, honey.”, and kissed him on the crown.

When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,

A peaceful mama in labor, without any fear.


With a little old lady, kind and full of life

He knew in a moment it must be the midwife.

The doula arrived with her ball and rebozo,

While the midwife sat back, and watched mama groan low.


Then in a twinkling, using all of her intuition,

Mama sat up in bed, completely in transition.

She walked to the bath, resting on her knees,

She breathed out her baby, and with such ease.


He was covered in vernix, from his foot to his head,

His skin was pink and winkled, joyous tears were shed.

A bundle of curls, so soft were his locks,

He looked like a doll, unwrapped from a box.


His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples were merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His cute little mouth was drawn up in a smile,

For he’d finally seen his mama, the one he’d been listening to for a while.


He was chubby and plump, a right jolly little elf.

She laughed when she saw him, in spite of herself.

The close of his eyes, and the snuggle in of his head,

Soon let her know, they’d be asleep in her bed.


He latched on quick, buried himself in her bosom.

She smiled down at him lovingly, soaking up the oxytocin.

Finally earthside, he was her precious little miracle,

Who knew birth could be so wonderful?!

~ Author unknown

Happy Holidays!!!

Lots of hugs and love!!!




Thank you, Kats Kaptures, for sharing!           

To All Mothers…Before and After Birth

I did not write this but it is what I wish you to know!


A Mother’s Day Letter From Me To You 

Posted by rebekahkuschmider on May 11th, 2012 at 11:54 am

Dear Fellow Mother,

I wanted to take a moment here, as Mother’s Day approaches, to tell you that you’re doing great. Whether you’re expecting your first baby or your 10th, you’re doing great. Whether you’re confident about the future for you and your baby or scared out of your mind, you’re doing great. Whether you feel ready or not, you’re doing great.

Pregnancy is hard, no matter how many times you do it. It’s a long labor of love and it takes so much of you in ways you didn’t know before you ever got pregnant. But you’re doing great. Even on bad days when all you can do is doze off between trips to the bathroom to vomit or pee, you’re doing great.

Childbirth is a great unknown, even if you’ve done it before. No two labors are alike and the idea of labor can be terrifying or exciting. You’ve probably heard a million stories, read a million books and articles about what you could or should do for childbirth. You may have a 17 page birth plan or just a simple prayer that you and the baby come out safely at the end. But no matter what happens, you’ll be great. No matter how your baby enters the world, it will be great.

Breastfeeding can be like slipping into warm water or it can be a constant struggle to align breast and baby. Your milk might be too much, too little or just right. You might breastfeed for a day, a month a year. You might not do it at all and instead give your baby nutritious formula to fill that tiny belly. However you nutrure that most basic of human needs for you baby, it will be great.

Choosing the steps you take each day to raise your baby from infant to adult will be complicated. Someone will be there at every turn to offer a reason why you should second guess your choices. You have a million options to choose from for how your baby is dressed, fed, carried, or put to bed. Books, magazines, tv, your friends, your family will all have different stories to tell and different ideas to consider. Consider them or not. Choose for yourself and your baby one day at a time. Your choices will be great.

You are a mother. You are a great mother. Today, tomorrow and always.

You are great.

Another Mother


In Memory of Noah

Noah…you will always be loved and remembered!

God bless your parents!

May 18, 2011 – April 17, 2012

Happy Holidays!!!

Happy Spring!!!

Happy St. Patty’s Day!


“Believe in yourself –in the power you have to control your own life, day by day…

Believe in the strength that you have deep inside, and your faith will help show you the way…

Believe in tomorrow and what it will bring — let a hopeful heart carry you through…

For things will work out if you Trust and Believe there’s no limit to what you can do!

The sky’s the limit, so have your happiest year yet!”

                                                                                ~unknown…but sent from Kenny