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We throw around words like failure, false labor, and geriatric pregnancy like the are meaningless, but for too many mothers they become the lyrics to the song that gets stuck in their about their birth.

But I, nor the midwives, at this birth were lost, because we had a guide, the mother. She was our eyes gently leading us where we have, not the right, but the privilege to go...

I have see many times instances of women being treated with disrespect due to their social standing, financial situation, education history, or color of their skin.

Voices of Eve was born out of a love of the birth process and a desire to help those in need

What if breathing deeply in and out was the first thing we did when we woke up in the morning?

And I want to especially call out those who went above and beyond their oath to do no harm and additionally donate time and resources beyond what they are asked to do. They are heroes, and we need them!

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increase in the intensity of her labor she remained calm and still. She was steadfast...

So what does this mean? Is every other hospital I have served at (and countless others across the world) putting their patients in unnecessary risk? Or is Andrew's keeping their patients from a very effective tool needlessly?

I woke up with contractions coming every 3 minutes at 3 am on Thursday morning. I was so excited I …

My eldest daughter turned 7 yesterday. And this is the first time I am writing out her birth story. I …

Later I looked up what I had done and discovered that massage is a known tool to reduce swelling. My technique wasn't perfect but I am working on that and my next client will get to benefit from this learning experience.

It is an experience I will never forget and I am forever changed by bearing witness to this family's journey.

Whatever that story may have sounded like to you, it does not sound like medical care. It sounds more like torture. But it was my very first birth story. It was my entrance into motherhood.

I have a son. His name is Noah. I love him and miss him everyday.