My name is Sarah, I am twenty seven years old, a mom to three girls and i’ve had three c-sections!! my husband and i got married in 2012 and didn’t wait very long to get our family started! i did very little research and before we knew it we were staring at a positive pregnancy test! we were ecstatic!!! i had a pretty rough pregnancy, and was throwing up from the very beginning until about 25 weeks. as this was my first baby, i did some light reading but honestly not much, i never went to any birth classes and didn’t really have a “birth plan”. all that mattered was that momma and baby were safe in the end! at 36 weeks i had an ultra sound to check the position of my baby and found out that she was breech and that my amniotic fluids were low! I was told to take it easy for a week and would check my fluid levels again at my next appointment! a week passed and at my 37 week appointment my fluid levels had dropped even more and was sent for a more detailed ultrasound to determine whether or not baby was coming that day or not and a stress test to check on baby! my amniotic fluid levels were so low— there was basically nothing in there and because baby was breech there was no way to turn her to be induced so i was sent in for an “emergency c-section” that day and honestly, i wasn’t disappointed at all. like i said, i never had a birth plan so i didn’t feel heart broken for it not going as we had planned! the surgery went well and i was surprisingly very impressed with how it all went! we were so happy to have our baby girl here! i always wanted my babies super close in age so we got pregnant again 12 months later! i was interested in doing a v-bac but wasn’t certain so i did some research and talked with my doctor but in the end my husband and i decided to go with a return cesearen! my second procedure went fine but not as smoothly! i was very nauseous and threw up during the surgery which was so miserable. And all i could think about was when it would be over! baby number two ended up in the nicu for a few hours for a few minor complications! we ended up getting pregnant with baby number 3 in november of 2017 and just like my other pregnancies it was a very difficult pregnancy! my OB doesn’t allow a v-bac after two c-sections so that wasn’t even an option but both my husband and I were okay with it… we were overall very happy with our first two births! because of how my second procedure went i made sure to go into my third c-section with lots of positivity and made sure to get some nausea medication as soon as we were in the OR, my husband and i listened to music during the procedure and talked to the doctors about vehicle wraps my husband had recently finished and other random topics. my third c-section went SO smoothly and i was SO happy with the outcome! with my third cesarean i was able to do skin to skin with my baby while they were stitching me up unlike my other two c-sections which made my experience that much better! i loved my c-sections and i wouldn’t have changed how my birth stories turned out!! i love my “battle wound” and that it shows all the amazing things my body went through to bring my three beautiful daughters here!
This pregnancy was a high-risk pregnancy due to my Type 1 Diabetes. This time around I didn’t have as tight of control because I was now not only taking care of myself, but a toddler. It was hard to focus on me when my toddler wanted me to always focus on him.
We were with the same doctor because we absolutely loved her with my un-medicated delivery and wanted the same experience. This time around though, she was more hesitant to deliver a big baby due to the shoulder dystocia with my last baby. She started talking about cesarean section before 30 weeks. We absolutely did NOT want a cesarean section. I had some misguided ideas of people who have had cesarean sections. I thought they didn’t try hard enough, they didn’t know better, they didn’t want to know better, they wanted to “take the easy way out”, etc. If you’ve had a c-section, you know these are very misguided ideas.
My doctor wanted me to have twice a week non-stress tests. Her and I agreed one once a week since my blood sugar control was decent and I was doing my kick counts. At my weekly non-stress test they found that this little boy was breech, meaning his head was up when it should have been down for delivery. I started getting nervous about him staying breech. My doula was helping me find things to do to turn him such as Moxibustion, the things listed on spinningbabies.com, chiropractic care specializing in the Webster technique, rebozo sifting, etc. We did all of these things with no luck. My doula thought that perhaps when I broke my foot around 30 weeks all my ligaments tightened up so my body didn’t allow my baby room to turn
We scheduled an appointment with one of the few OB’s that delivers breech babies in Utah, Dr. Silver. We were going to see him when he was doing his rounds at IMC, since my insurance didn’t cover the University of Utah where Dr. Silver delivers. We would do my weekly non-stress test then consult with Dr. Silver. We were going to see if he would do an external cephalic version, or if a breech delivery was possible. While I was getting ready for this appointment I started having regular contractions. I got my toddler’s things ready to go to my parents’ in case they were able to do a version and I had to stay to deliver. I dropped him off at my parents’ house and told them I may or may not be picking him up later that day.
On my way to the appointment at 3:00, I was starting to have to breathe through the contractions. I called my husband, who was meeting me at the appointment, to let him know that I thought I was in labor and to let our doula know. When we got all settled in for the non-stress test I was having some serious back labor. I had to put my fist in my back during the contractions while trying to hold still for the non-stress test monitors. Laboring on your back really sucks, especially with back labor! During the test, baby’s heart rate was decelerating. The nurse doing the test looked concerned so I asked if the monitor just wasn’t picking up, or if it was a real deceleration. She said the monitor seemed to be working. A few minutes later, Dr. Silver came in and said that I seemed to be laboring and asked me if I thought I was in labor. I told him yes. He told me that since I was in labor and baby was having decelerations we could not do the external cephalic version and baby was too big for a breech delivery so I should go downstairs and have a c-section. My heart sunk. This was not how I wanted to bring my baby into the world, plus I was terrified of surgery.
We went down to labor and delivery and the nurse got us all checked in and started prepping for the cesarean. Chase, my husband, went and got our birth bag, which I had packed a few weeks ago and had ready in the car for when the time came. He called our birth team and told them what was happening. One of the doctors wanted to check my cervix. I asked why because I was having a c-section. She told me that they needed to know if I needed to go back right away or if we had a while. Really, they could have known by the way I was acting, but I didn’t think about that at the time so I let them. I was 1 cm dilated, so they had a while, especially with him being breech and not pushing my cervix open efficiently.
In the operating room I received my spinal block. He started numbing it and I just broke down crying. I really didn’t want this. I had an amazing un-medicated, natural, vaginal birth last time. I knew my body worked, so I didn’t understand why everyone thought my body was broken this time. The anesthesiologist said you should feel better in a minute. My doctor touched my shoulder and told me the anesthesiologist was almost done. They were both trying to comfort me, but they didn’t understand that I wasn’t crying about the spinal. The spinal sucked, yes, but the situation sucked more. It was around 6:00 when my doctor showed up and was ready for surgery. She asked my doula if she was going to go back with me and my doula responded, “Yes, if I’m allowed.” The nurse told my doctor that due to the OR not being big enough (which it was definitely big enough) only one support person was allowed back. This made me even more nervous. I was not ready for this and now I was losing one of my support people. My doula walked me to the OR with my husband and she said she would see me when I’m done.
Once he was done they had me lay on my back before I got too numb to move. I felt so nauseous. I told the anesthesiologist but he just said that he gave me some anti-nausea medicine so I should be fine in a second. Since he was not listening I told Chase, my husband, to find me a garbage to puke in. The anesthesiologist did something about it since he finally got the hint that I was serious and gave me an alcohol swab to sniff in my oxygen mask. It smelled awful, but it worked.
The nurse leaned down asked me if I was okay and told me my eyes were beautiful. She was very nice, but didn’t have any regard for personal space. She was literally right in my face. This just added to the situation. I felt like I had no choices, no personal space, nothing. Everything was up to them and I had to rely on them and go along with whatever they wanted to do.
My doctor asked me if I could feel her cold hands on my stomach and I couldn’t so they said they were ready to begin. I was not ready to be cut into, but I never would be, so whether I was ready or not, they began. My doctor asked me if I still wanted to have the surgery explained to me, per my request in my birth plan. I told her I changed my mind and didn’t want to know. Chase was trying to comfort me as much as he could. He didn’t want this either. He played music for me and stroked my hair. A few minutes later my baby boy was out! He was born at 6:19 p.m. They lowered the drape a little and I tried to lift my head, but couldn’t move much since I was numb from my chest down. He looked so big in my doctor’s arms. I barely saw him over the drape then they handed him off to the pediatric team.
They weighed and measured him. He was 9 lbs 14 oz and 23 inches long. He was huge! No wonder my belly was so big. They stitched me up while Chase went over to be with him. This is why I wanted my doula with us. She could have been by me telling me what is going on with my baby or the surgery. Instead I had to listen to the doctors talking about where they used to live as they put me back together and stitch me up. My doctor asked how I was doing, but because of the anesthesia I felt like I had big sand bags on my chest and could only muster out whispers. I’ve never felt so out of control of my body, and this was normal from the anesthesia.
After they stitched me back up one of the doctors who was operating on me asked how I was doing. I said I was fine, but I wanted to know how my baby was because I couldn’t hear him. She looked over at him and said that he looked good, but she’ll send over one of the nurses to let me know. They brought a hospital bed in to put me on. It felt very strange to be turned side to side and then lifted by several people onto another bed. They handed me my baby, finally. About an hour after he was born I finally got to touch him. I didn’t want to let him go. I couldn’t see his face because it was under my chin, but I was fine with just snuggling him. This was the only good thing about the cesarean, my healthy baby boy.
Once I got to my room my parents, our son, doula, and photographer were all there. My dad took some pictures to send to people and asked me who to send it to. I was so high on all the drugs they gave me for the surgery that I couldn’t answer his question. My doula was trying to help me feel better with essential oils, which did help. I got a couple minutes of bonding time with my new baby before they had to take him to the NICU for low blood sugar. His sugar was 26. I was sad about this, but understood. Chase and my photographer both went to the NICU with him.
My doula helped me get all situated in my postpartum room. One of the nurses came in and asked me if I needed more morphine. I don’t like to take medication unless I absolutely need it, so I was hesitant to get it. My doula suggested that I take it before I start hurting, so I told the nurse I wanted it. I asked her if it would make me nauseous and she told me she had given me some ant-nausea medication so I should be okay. Immediately after getting the morphine she left and I started puking. My doula got me some bags to puke in and was trying to push the nurse call button but it wasn’t working. Luckily my photographer had just come into my room and went and got the nurse. Apparently they forgot to plug in my bed so none of the buttons were working.
The nurse felt my legs and asked if I could feel her touching them. I told her I couldn’t and she gave me a look. I don’t know how to describe it, but it made me kind of nervous. A few hours later I could finally feel my legs.
After several more hours of getting me settled in, my doula left. She was so amazing for after delivery. I’m sure she would have been amazing during, but they wouldn’t let her in. I asked when I could go to the NICU to see my baby. They told me once I had gotten up to pee and my catheter was out. I kept asking for updates on my baby, but they didn’t know since they didn’t work in the NICU. I called Chase since nobody was updating me. Baby Wesley’s sugars were stabilizing and he was on oxygen.
Later that night I asked if I could see my baby. The nurses got me out of my bed to pee. I was still really dizzy, but I wanted to see him so I made myself get up. I asked the nurses if they would catch me if I fell. They responded, “Of course!” I finally got up and peed so now I could see my baby. They wheeled me down there and I told me that I couldn’t stay long because they needed to get to their other patients. I kissed him and stayed for less than 5 minutes before being wheeled up again. They told me that I needed to get some rest.
The next morning I called Chase to come bring me down to the NICU again. Chase had been there all night with him and didn’t leave his side except to go to the bathroom. We spent all of our time there for the next 6 days. It took a while to wean him off of the glucose IV, but he was able to go off oxygen on day 2. My nurses had an easy job with me since they never had to check on me because I was always in the NICU. I got discharged after 4 days, we did a hotel stay in the hospital for 2 days, and finally baby was discharged before we had to figure out where to stay again. The NICU is a depressing place and we are grateful for all they do, but we were glad to finally be going home and to see our other child.
This was a very humbling experience for me. I learned that cesarean moms are strong, stronger than I ever imagined. I learned that c-sections are not always avoidable no matter how many things you do right. I learned that cesareans are NOT the easy way out. I have a newfound respect and love for cesarean moms.
April is C-section awareness month. I would love to share some stories from mommas this month. I have had two c sections and would love to share my stories with you.
I was pregnant with my first baby. My husband and I were so excited when we found out we were expecting. I had a wonderful pregnancy. I loved seeing her grow from the outside and feeling her movements get bigger as she grew. I was tracking my ovulation very carefully because we had been trying for a bit and a friend told me that tracking with ovulation strips help so I had a really good idea on the time that we conceived her. When we went in for our first ultrasound they gave us the date of October 26th which was pretty accurate from the time that we had written down when tracking. However as the pregnancy continued they changed the date on us due to growth. They said that her new due date was November 6th. As the days got closer I got more swollen and uncomfortable. I was still stuck on that 26th date and couldn’t seem to get past it because “I KNEW” the 6th had to of been wrong. (OH HOW I LAUGH NOW)
Anyway October 26th came and went and I started to feel VERY pregnant. I was doing it all from Spicy food, running all over the place, taking drives in the mountains, eating pineapple. YOU NAME IT I was doing it. I tried everything google provided me except for a few things like Castor oil and B&B cohosh. My cousins told me that they did Castor oil and it worked every time. Hmmmmm It got me thinking. I decided one night I was going to try it and see what happened. I took a small small amount and went to bed hoping I would wake up in labor. Sadly I woke up and nothing was happening. I looked at the dosage and realized I had taken a childrens dose. All day at work I went back and forth should I do it again??? should I just wait it out???
Well the evening came and my frustrations took over. I decided that I would give it one more go. I took a normal dose with a protein shake and about 3 hours later started feeling a little nauseous. I sipped on some sprite and ate some saltine crackers and started feeling better. Super bummed I headed to bed. I woke up at 11pm as usual to go to the potty. I went into the bathroom and something didn’t really seem right???? I was going potty but it seemed to be a lot and I couldn’t stop it. My mind went to thinking…. Could my water just have broken? I sat there for a few more moments and sure enough it kept happening. I got up and put a towel in my pants and waddled over to the bed where Ric was sleeping. I woke him up and said hey babe I think my water just broke. He said okay and rolled over, while I waddled back into the bathroom and sat down on the potty again. I decided that I wanted to shower. My doctor always told me if your water breaks come right in! So I figured I would shower and get ready and head in. While I was in the shower Ric came in and said Did you just tell me your water broke. I said I DID. I was giggling at him. I finished showering while Ric packed the rest of the bag and we headed to the hospital. I kept feeling like I was going to poop all over. (I was so worried because I had taken the oil and everyone said that it makes you poop) But after a few times Ric said babe Its just your contraction??? Ha ha I had done very little to prep for this baby. No childbirth classes just a little bit of reading and hanging on my baby bump app. We arrived to the hospital and contractions were very far apart and very faint. (now knowing we went way too soon) I was GBS- and the fluid was nice and clear.
We walked in at 1am and they got me in the bed and got us all checked in. She checked my cervix and said you are 1cm! I was so happy. A couple days before at my visit I wasn’t dilated at all. I said okay they got me an IV and left. Ric and I looked at one another thinking hmmm OKAY. Contractions started coming on stronger and sitting in the bed was very hard for me. I was told that I could not get out because I was hooked up to the IV and they wanted my baby on the monitor. I still to this day cant remember where I was feeling it, in my belly or back or what but I remember that it was strong and hard. at 3 am they checked me again and said I was 2 cm and they wanted to start pitocin. I really didn’t know what that was at that point so I said okay and went along with it.
OMG things intensified from there. It was instant I immediately was clenching my hands around the bed telling Ric it hurt. 5/6 am they checked me and I was 2 1/2 cm. I was stoked but OH MY GOSH IN PAIN and after asking Ric to help me a million times and asking him to do something we decided to ask for the epidural. My doctor came in at 7:30am and checked me. I was still 2 1/2cm and 90% thinned. He said that he would be back in a couple hours. They continued to turn pitocin up and I was calm trying to sleep. around 9am they came in and said I was still only about 3cm. The doc said that he would give me about 2 hours and if I hadn’t made SIGNIFICANT change they would be looking at doing a C-section. (a little back story my mom had 2 C-sections and it was really something I was scared of happening so this really scared me) I mentioned it to my doctor during the pregnancy and he said that he didn’t see any reason at that point for me to need a C-section.
come 11 am they came in and said I was 2 1/2 maybe 3 cm and my baby had a couple not alarming but a couple decels and that I was going to have a c-section in the next hour. My heart broke. I was confused looking at the monitor she looked great had a solid heart rate of 150’s. I didn’t want a c-section but we trusted our doctor and figured if thats what he thought was best we would do that.Our goal was safe mom and baby. One hour later I was 3cm and the doc said that I had been in labor too long with no progress (failure to progress) soon after my husband was dressed and they took us out and down the hall. I was bawling and super nauseous but excited to meet my baby girl.
Not long after our baby girl was lifted over a blue curtain. I wanted to cry but couldnt seem to let it out. She cried and cried and my husband left my side to go see her.
I laid there and wanted nothing more than to see what was happening on the other side. All I could hear was the doc and his assistant talking about their trips they just got off of and how bummed they were with the snow storm outside. Soon after my husband brought my baby girl over and took a picture with me and him. I was so happy to see her. She was perfect in every way. He and the baby left and they finished sewing me up and got me back on a comfortable bed.
I was very sleepy after but enjoyed holding my baby girl once I was in recovery. We went into the hospital room and there were a lot of family members in there waiting for us. I was so dozy I was sort of in and out as visitors came and went. The birth that I anticipated was not what happened. This was hard for me to get over and even now typing it there are a flood of emotions that are coming in. I am grateful for this birth though. It taught me a lot and was the starting puzzle piece that led me into the doula that I am today. I love my little girl so much and am so grateful that she joined our family that day.
Next story to come ….
If you have a c-section story you would like to share Please feel free to send it to me pictures are also welcomed. Contact me HERE
When I decided to become a doula I knew I wanted to help couples. The nurse that was also a doula when I was TOLAC(ing) with my second baby truly did wonders. She wasn’t able to spend the entire time with me but when she would come into the room and apply counter pressure and feel me with positive affirmations. Although the birth ended in a Repeat C-section I was so grateful for her presence during that birth. Learn more about me Meagan Heaton and why I became a birth doula here HERE
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Hello Hello! Who is ready for a Leg Burner?
It has been a little bit since I posted a video. I just finished filming a Leg Burner pregnancy/postpartum workout and am excited to share it with you today. One of the areas that seem to lose tone and gain more weight during pregnancy seems to be my legs. I also just love working my legs in general so I figured it would be fun to do a video just on legs. This video is a guaranteed leg burner and is short and sweet.
I was so lucky when my client who had just had her baby agreed to film in the video with me. I would love your opinions on having a guest in the videos in the future.
Check out the leg burner HERE
Fresh Living Recently asked me to come on and explain more on doulas. When people ask me what I do and I reply with “I’m a Doula” I often get odd looks like WHAT? What is a doula? When I reply I’m someone that joins a couple and provides continuous physical, emotional, and educational support people often will reply OH! So you’re a midwife. Although Midwives and doulas share a passion for pregnancy, moms, birth, babies, and postpartum care we are very different. I also have people comment saying so you probably only do home births then huh. That is one of the biggest misconceptions of a doula. Doula’s support birthing places. Home, Hospital, and Birth Centers. I have many clients who want to go unmedicated but there is also a good amount of women who really have no desire to go natural. They look forward to getting the epidural but want a doula there for the support. Even with an epidural there are a lot of things that I can do as a doula to help with the laboring process. Changing positions is something that is really helpful in labor and helping with progression. Along with the positions I can help provide education to help mom and birthing partner(s) to feel comfortable. Something else people are not aware of is I can also offer C-section support. Having had multiple c-sections myself I feel like I can personally relate to my c section mommas. I love when I am able to help educate a family on the process and even join them in the OR and help them feel comfortable when the day comes.
It was so much fun to be on Fresh Living with Kari Diaz and her co Host Nicola last week talking about what a doula is and how a doula can benefit you. Click HERE to see more on the Fresh Living Segment and what a doula is. Always feel free to message me with any questions.
Fitness during pregnancy can be a little daunting. I know it was for me. Learn more about how I found my love for fitness through my pregnancy.
Growing up I found a love for dance. I danced on a National dance team and loved every minute of it. Other that dance I never really did any other active sport or class but I always wanted to run but could never get myself to run a mile. I had the hardest time finding my form and my breath. It wasn’t until 2011 that I had decided to explore my abilities and sign up for the Utah Valley half marathon.I was married at that time and My husband and I had been trying to become pregnant for the last several months. I began training and after a month into it I learned I was pregnant. (HMMM FITNESS AND PREGNANCY???? IS THIS OKAY?)
I remember the excitement that came over me when I found out. I could hardly believe that I had a little human growing inside of me. Right when I found out I got nervous to workout much and was VERY nervous to run. I just pictured this precious little baby trying to grow and me bouncing around making it much harder. I wasn’t sure if the force of running was too much for my growing baby.
I decided not to do the half marathon that year and really just got too nervous to do much at all. I had a friend tell me that whatever I didn’t do before pregnancy I shouldn’t do it now. I asked my doctor and he told me that it was okay but I kept finding excuses for myself not to do much. For the duration of my pregnancy I stopped working out. I also found all the excuses in the book to eat poorly. “I’m pregnant its not a big deal ill just eat whatever, I am carrying a child I deserve this hamburger” In the end I gained 42 lbs and was very uncomfortable. I got very swollen and just wanted to have a baby. After I had my baby girl recovery was hard. I still weighed a lot and I physically felt drained. It was then that I knew that the next time I wanted to do things very differently!
Fast forward to 2013 I again learned that I was pregnant with our second child. Fitness became something I did regularly at this point in my ilfe. I had just lost the pre baby weight from the first baby 3 months before I got pregnant. When we found out I knew that I wanted to continue this time around. I had started teaching a fitness class called ballet blast. It was a great barre’ class that was low impact but delivered great cardio and strength training. If there was anything that I learned the first time around it was that I wanted to incorporate fitness and healthy nutrition during my pregnancy. FUN FACT: It is great to incorporate fitness during pregnancy and actually can help with delivery and recovery. With my first I ate out a lot and really didn’t focus too much on healthy fruits and veggies so this is something I wanted to change as well. (I have a whole bunch to say about nutrition but we will save that for another post). The whole pregnancy I ended up gaining 23 lbs and even though I felt pregnant I never felt miserable like I did with the first pregnancy. I was not very swollen or sore and I really enjoyed the nine months. I was so grateful that I decided to be active because it truly made the world of difference for me. This lifestyle has carried on as I have become older and continued to have children. Being a doula I always talk to my clients about healthy eating and physical activity. Keeping in mind not everyone is going to be able to run a marathon during pregnancy. Everyone will be at different levels of physical ability but there are many things you can do still.
To learn more on how you can encourage a healthy pregnancy by staying active check out the link below. Be sure to subscribe to my YouTube channel for free videos that you can do before during and after pregnancy.
Labor had been going for over 24 hours and I decided to go on a walk. The birds were chirping and the sun was just coming up. There was a calm presence to the neighborhood. Contractions had been lasting about 1 min long and were about 4-5 minutes apart and had been like that for hours. It was after that walk 6am sharp when things changed. I suddenly had a LOT of pressure and contractions were a solid 3 minutes apart lasting up to a minute and a half long. We called the midwife and agreed to meet at the birth center at 9am. It was that day i discovered a strength that I didn’t know that I had, learned to let go of fear and trust my body, and had my precious baby boy Vaginally after 2 cesarian sections. I was surrounded by an incredible birth team and will forever be grateful for them. I have spent all week reflecting back on the events that week. What a special time. Happy birthday to my baby boy.
If you would like to read the full story visit the blog post HERE or my Facebook
Today I wanted to share with you a sweet post that my husband recently posted on my facebook page. I walked out of a prenatal visit and was notified that he had tagged me in a post. I figured it was something about our kids or something. To my surprise it was a long post that brought on many tears. I cant thank my husband enough for his incredible love and support.
“Last night she was gone again. I was about to get off of work (4:30 pm) and she called and let me know that a soon-to-be mother was in labor and needed her. I rushed home and as I walked in she walked out. She had a rushed look on her face as she was worried she wouldn’t make it on time. The kids and I had a great night (its nice being able to bond with my kids when Mom is gone) which consisted of bike riding, pizza, book reading, and bedtime. After the kids were down I received a message from my wife that the mother was pushing, shortly after that another message that the mother had given birth to a baby boy (8:30 pm). She typically waits with the new family for a couple of hours so she would be home later. Get another message that the mother is a little woozy and that she would be staying with them for a bit longer (10:20 pm) to make sure that they were settled and safe before she left. She arrived home hungry and happy (11:00 pm) and we chatted for a minute before heading to bed together.
This has become a fairly regular occurrence lately as my wife’s Doula services have become more and more in demand. Truth is I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I have had the blessing of knowing my wife for 10 years now and throughout that time i have seen how much she absolutely loves people. She is an extrovert of epic proportions, she takes 30+ minutes to say goodbyes at gatherings and on phone calls. When we started having kids and she decided that she wanted to stay home to raise them she struggled immensely with the lack of social interaction with other adults. She started teaching dance a few nights a week to try to fill that void, unfortunately that didn’t truly “fulfill her” (she loves dance and teaching dance and our two little girls will be dancers for their entire life, much to the chagrin of their father).
When she decided to become a Doula you could say that I was a bit skeptical, but she was determined. She took certification classes and started her journey. She has dedicated herself to this role more than any other role in her life (apart from being a wife, and mother which she is amazing at). She has had her share of successes and failures in this journey but there has been one thing that has remained constant… That smile on her face. She loves this work, she loves the medical professionals that she works with, she loves the families she meets, she loves the mothers, she loves the babies, and she especially loves childbirth. I can’t imagine anything better for a husband to ask for than a constant smile on his wife’s face. This “calling” has provided that for her”
I am so grateful for my husband and how supportive he is when it comes to doula work. I know that without him this roll would not be possible. And thank you to all my incredible clients who invite me along their journeys. Summer is here! I cant even believe June has come and gone. May and June were busy months for me at Tiny Blessings Doula services. Lots of beautiful babies being born and wonderful families being added to. Check out some of the adorable families in the “My amazing clients” album on facebook
I have also filmed a couple more videos which I am very excited about. They are coming here soon I promise. I hope everyone is having an amazing summer so far. See you soon!
These are fitness videos arefor anyone needing a quick workout. This Arm and Leg workout was designed for everyone! As many of you may know I have started a YouTube channel. My goal with this channel is to help anyone feel like they can get a nice quick workout in during pre-pregnancy, pregnancy, and postpartum. Today’s workout is nice and short but will hopefully leave you with a little shake in your arms and legs. Be sure to SUBSCRIBE and look out for more videos coming out soon.
I would love to know what type of workout you would like to do. Please e mail me and tell me what you would like to work on and Ill get that video created for you!
Check out the video HERE