At the recent New York State Association of Licensed Midwives (NYSALM) Retreat, I was impressed with a woman, a pregnant woman, a doubly pregnant woman. Two thirds of the way into a twin pregnancy, she brought herself (and her two...
Planned Home Birth: Is It For You?
Planned home birth with an appropriate attendant is a very safe option for many women and their families. Many studies have documented the safety of planned home birth with low risk clients and trained birth attendants. Licensed and certified midwives...
Taking Care of Myself
Question: "You're so busy. How do you do it?" Answer: "Just like everybody else, sometimes better than others." Yes, I am busy. Very busy. Sometimes too busy. I am the thankful owner of thriving, small business, Local Care Midwifery, PLLC....
What I Love About Planned Homebirth: Chocolate Chip Cookies
There are so many things I love about attending planned home births in my midwifery practice, Local Care Midwifery, PLLC. First off, there is the ability to truly provide evidenced based care for folks that have chosen to work...
Find Your Tribe
Recently I polled friends and clients about what was most helpful for new parenthood, the early postpartum period. There were many useful responses but one reply resonated deeply with me. My friend, Abby Ritter, suggested going to breastfeeding support groups...
The Special Hells of Motherhhod
For some women, motherhood is a calling, something that they have yearned and planned for since the beginning of memory. For some women, motherhood is a fate stumbled into accidentally. For some women, motherhood has no pull on their psyche...
Midwifery, Mothering & Me: The Blog
Midwifery, Mothering & Me: The Blog This blog is named “Midwifery, Mothering & Me” because the words all start with M which is my favorite letter, because each of the topics are within my areas of expertise, and most importantly, because, hopefully, these subjects are appealing to you. Entering my second decade as both...
“Midwife. That’s what I am, a midwife”
One of my earliest memories: After sitting and listening to a fairy tale, I am walking in my family’s dining room. I must be three, maybe four years old because I am the same height as the heavy, wooden table. As I am walking, I am thinking about the story. Someone (mother? babysitter?) was...