By Doula Jen We love grandmas—really, we do. Nothing compares to just how much they love that baby. But… Grandmas—well-meaning and wonderful as they may be—are often too invested, too opinionated, too much a guest! As doulas, we count on Grandma. Her lasagna, her gifts…
By Doula Jen I’ve been a mother for almost ten years now, and I still thrill at answering to the name “Mommy.” Whether whined or whispered or sung off key in earnest tribute…I love it. It is an iconic, all-important word. How cool that it…
By Doula Jen Hey there Mamas, It’s Halloween. We’ll be dressing our littles as witches, ghosts, pumpkins, Pokemon, super heroes, and bears. We’ll be embracing sweet and maybe lightly toying with spooky. As we face the fake fuzzy spiders, dry-ice generated coffins, and panic over…
By Lisa Erbes, Welcome Baby Care Certified Lactation Counselor and Director of Education Every mom needs… to feel confident about her choices in parenting. Every mom needs… to feel successful every single day as she cares for and understands her baby. Every mom needs… to…
By Guest WBC Mom At 31 weeks I was told that I was at risk for pre-term labor. I was even sent to the hospital for steroid shots to help the baby’s lungs develop, just incase she was born before 34 weeks. I was placed…
By Doula Jen Hey there Mamas, Here I am again, feeling the big end of summer feelings, like I do. Like we all do. Like a mom. It is The Last Day of Summer Break. I have had my talks with friends about the need…
By Welcome Baby Care We don’t know why brunch has become the traditional meal of Mother’s Day, but we’re not complaining. Brunch is fun! And we love mamas. So here’s the doula-made list of the Metro’s best brunches. Our creative, varied selection promises to include…
By Doula Jen Nicole, a close friend of mine, contacted me shortly after the births of both of her children. I was not yet a doula when she had her first child, but was a long time breastfeeding mother myself and an advocate of support…
By Kelly Beck-O’Sullivan; homeschool teacher, mother of three, and blogger at How I Learned to Wear a Dress One child every five to ten years is my motto. OK, it’s not so much a motto as the planned reality of my life. In our mid-twenties my husband…
Mamas… I’m writing you today as my oldest starts 2nd grade. My “baby” will start kindergarten next week. I—like you—could at one point hold them in the crook of my arm and I could feed them with my body. I couldn’t possibly dream of what…