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Bananas & Babies

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Bananas & Babies

Being a postpartum doula is so rewarding. I get to provide comfort, support and nourishment to a family.  

Along with facilitating your bond, I'm in your home helping with chores, helping with baby and helping you. I'm supportive of your parenting choices and I respect them. 

I do not need to be told what to do, I'll see a task and complete it.  

What do I do when the chores are finished and the babies are asleep? I notice the bananas on the counter. The ones you bought with healthy intention. The ones that are a day away from the compost bin.  

Banana Bread.  

Because. Why not?!  

Postpartum Doulas fill your home with support, love and if you're lucky baked goods!! 

Have you had a taste of what a postpartum doula can do for your family? 

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MILK

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MILK

I grew up watching my mother breastfeed my younger siblings. It was the normal thing to do in our house.  

When I was ten my parents became Foster Parents and within a few years our home was shared with over 200 children.  

A lot of these children were infants. It was unusual for me, as a young impressionable girl who only knew about Breastfeeding, to watch and to help my mother formula feed. But it became a new normal. I embraced it.  

When I had my first son, I knew without a doubt I'd breastfeed him. And I did.  

With our second, things got complicated. It hurt. My son screamed and my nipples bled.  

Thankfully my neighbor and friend was not only a doula but a LLL Leader! Jula the Doula. She was my saving grace. She helped me try different nursing positions. She brought me lanolin for my sore breasts. She also passed no judgment when I supplemented with formula while I gave my nipples a much-needed rest.  

After the scabs healed and I mentally prepared myself, she was there to help. She showed me how to get that proper latch.  

I never had these difficulties with my firstborn.  

Finally my second child was nursing like a champ.  

By the time our third son made his boisterous appearance I was grateful for the hardships and for the advantageous experiences I'd already endured. I was ready for anything. 

I'm thankful for watching my mother nurture not only my biological  siblings but my foster siblings as well. 

If you need assistance with Breastfeeding or want judgment free support, I'm here to be your "Jula the Doula". 

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The Baby Whisperer

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The Baby Whisperer

If you google "postpartum" you will be overwhelmed with articles relating to depression.  

Postpartum does not always equate to postpartum depression. Instead, postpartum is simply the time after the birth of your child.  

You know, that fog of time that blends together chock-full of crying, diapers, feedings and lack of sleep.  

Did you know that you can hire a Postpartum Doula to support you in this transitional time? 

What does she do? When does she come? How do I hire her?!

Your Postpartum Doula is professionally trained to provide newborn care along with making sure your needs are met. She focuses on your bond, as this is of great importance throughout this time. She is certified in basic life support and first aid. Your Postpartum Doula is happy to help. She may do light housework like: dishes, sanitize bottles, sweep, laundry and straightening up. She can prepare meals for you and your family. Sometimes you forget to eat! She can make easy to grab snacks so you have no excuse. A bowl of hard-boiled eggs, cut up veggies and fruit and maybe even a batch of cookies would make your life so much easier and happier. 

She is trained to recognize signs that are out of the norm and she can refer you to a professional that can meet that need.  

Your Postpartum Doula is an extension of you. She respects and follows your parenting philosophies. She will not arrive in your home with an agenda. Like your Birth Doula, she supports every choice you make.  

Your Postpartum Doula happily works for your family day and night! She can work day shifts with a minimum of four hours and overnight shifts with a minimum of eight. Overnight Doulas gift you with sleep! If you are Breastfeeding, she will bring baby to you and then retrieve baby after their feeding. She will burp, change and soothe your little one back to sleep so you can rest. If you're using formula, you may sleep uninterrupted for the entire night! Your Overnight Doula will care for your baby so you may be prepared to seize the day. Some Postpartum Doulas provide Live-In packages for a few days immediately beginning once you arrive home. This means her support is constant while your family adjusts to life with a newborn. 

The support that your Postpartum Doula provides is tremendous. The postpartum period can be challenging and sometimes leads to postpartum depression. Lots of women have attributed this depression to feeling overwhelmed, exhausted and feeling judged and unsupported. 

Why not ease this transitional time with professional assistance? 

We're here to help. 

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The Joys of Motherhood

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The Joys of Motherhood

This year was our inaugural Mother's Day Essay Contest. I asked for a short essay describing your joys of motherhood. The winner would receive a $50 gift certificate to Jak's Grill, a delicious steakhouse located here in Issaquah.

I read many entries. All of them made me smile, a few brought tears to my eyes! The love you have for your own mothers and the love your children evoke is glorious. Thank you for sharing these with me. I look forward to next year! Happy Mother's Day.

The winner of this year's essay contest is a mother of three; Jill Burk. Her words speak for themselves:

Joys of Motherhood

By: Jill Burk

From my first day as a mother, I was hit with the hard truth that this wasn't going to be all fun and games. I was "gifted" an infant who never slept. Ever. I say "gifted" because in the depths of despair I remember reading that children are gifts from God, and that God will never give you more than you can handle. I don't consider myself a particularly religious person, more of a spiritual type, but it's funny how much more of a relationship I have with God now that I'm a mother. It usually involves me bargaining with him on the toilet, where most of my praying occurs since that is where I can lock the door and have 30 seconds of peace, trying to summon the strength to get through another day. So at age 25, I remember holding this baby and just crying, pleading for him to sleep so that I could get a few precious moments of rest. With days and nights blurring into one another, I remember holding his soft, downy head against my cheek one night and whispering to him how much I loved him, as tears spilled out of my eyes with sheer exhaustion.

For me, these are the moments where I experience the most joys of motherhood. Those moments where you think you will break apart from frustration, where you just want to throw your hands up and say, I'm done with it all, and feel like you want to run away, then you look down and feel a little hand in yours. A hand that is probably sweaty and sticky with who knows what, but that curls itself into yours and a child looking up at you saying, "I love you Mama". Those moments make it all worth it. When the baby you've been rocking for hours finally lets go and drifts off on your shoulder, allowing you a moment to sit down and relax, or when you're potty training your naked toddler and hear a familiar grunt, and leap across all the furniture in your living room like a superhero, in time to catch a little present in your hands before it hits the carpet. Those times where you never thought something was humanly possible, and you were able to accomplish it, most likely while breastfeeding, talking on the phone and cooking dinner at the same time. Those times where you are up the entire night with a sick toddler and nursing an infant thinking to yourself, I just can't go on, but you pour another cup of coffee and keep plodding. Those times where you can hardly recognize the woman you've become, someone who has traded perfect hair and makeup for clothes that have been spit-up on, used as a tissue and as a napkin to wipe messy spaghetti faces. Hair that is thrown up in whatever style that keeps it away from grabby baby fingers.

Those times that you wouldn't trade all of it for the world, because at the end of the day every mother knows there's nothing better than looking at your precious angels, sleeping cozily in their beds, knowing that you successfully made it through another day. Nothing better than curling up in your own amazingly comfortable bed, a bed that you spend far too little time in, telling yourself that if you had the choice, you'd choose motherhood all over again in a heartbeat.

 

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