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Do Not Touch

Do Not Touch

"Do Not Touch" was recently scribbled on a piece of lined paper and taped to a plastic container in the office refrigerator.  

There's always someone forgetting their lunch and sneaking into your sack to "borrow" your yogurt, apple or sodapop.  

Wouldn't you love to see the surprise in their eyes when they discovered the contents within this particular container?!   

A human placenta.  

Yup.  

A doula took her client's placenta in order to give it to the placenta encapsulator, but first had to go to her new day job for her scheduled shift.  

Solution? Why a piece of paper ordering her co-workers to KEEP OUT of course! 

This is real life.  

But this does not have to be your life. As a PROFESSIONAL Postpartum Placenta Specialist trained by the amazing Deb Pocica and upholding standards set at an industry high by ProDoula, you will have #nodoubt that YOUR placenta is treated with respect, honor and professionalism.  

One of the main differences is we supply our clients with a Transport Kit that meets the World Health Organization's guidelines. You are responsible for the transport, this way your precious placenta NEVER leaves your sight. We arrive to your home to not only process your placenta into encapsulated pills, tinctures and salves, but we are there as Postpartum Doulas. We can answer questions and assist you during this transitional time.  

Our clients are grateful for this professionalism. They know without a doubt that their placenta is in fact the one they birthed and that it was NEVER in a communal refrigerator in jeopardy of being contaminated or worse! 

 

 

The Issaquah Doula agency is proud to uphold ProDoula's high standard of practice here in King county Washington. 

Interested in having your placenta encapsulated? Hire a professional.  

The Morning After...Mother's Day

The Morning After...Mother's Day

 

Have you ever had one of those dreams where a monster is trying to attack you and your voice is trembling and your punch is beyond weak? You keep trying to scream and hit but the monster keeps ascending no matter what. 

I recently had a similar dream. Except I woke up because my voice got loud. Real loud. 

YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER!

I hollered over and over again, until my husband woke me and held me as I sobbed into his warm body. 

So who was this imposter mother? Why was I still sobbing ten minutes later?

In my dream I confronted this mystery woman. I listed fact after fact the reasoning behind my meloncholy.   How she simply is toxic and harmful to my life. She never shown pride for me. She never had my back. She never will. 

The fear I felt in the pit of my stomach as she ascended toward me was blood curdling. Thinking of it now, it still makes me cringe. It was one of the scariest feelings I've ever felt, asleep or otherwise. 

Why?

Because the monster in my dream IS my mother. 

She once longed for me to arrive. Had a clown themed baby-shower to celebrate me. She once nursed me and sang songs to me. I was wanted. 

But that nightmare I had is my reality. 

She didn't defeat me. I stood up and faced my fear and screamed into it's face with power. With confidence. With pride. 

I am not alone in this. I know there are lots of us motherless mothers. Mother's Day is bittersweet. I'm proud of the mother I've become despite the pitfalls I've endured. I'm saddened that the mother I long for is non-existent. She could never mother the way I need. I have learned through counseling that I have grieved for the loss of her, though she is still alive. I've managed my sorrow with meditation and love. I was taught to mother my children how I wish I was mothered and to not only mother them but to mother myself. If my situation rings true for you too, know that you are incredible. You are special. You are loved. You are wanted. I promise. 

1st Annual Mother's Day Essay Contest

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1st Annual Mother's Day Essay Contest

I want to hear from all the mothers in my community. Share with me your joys of motherhood. Make me laugh or make me cry! Is it those precious bumps, thumps, and butterflies of your baby within? Or when you first heard your little one exclaim, "I love you!" Maybe it was the time you took photos of them with their Prom date? Share those moments with me, and if I choose your essay as the winner, your beautiful story will be featured here on my blog. Plus, Jak's Grill has graciously donated a $50 gift certificate to the winner!

Essay must be no more than 500 words and submitted through email. Send to: issaquahdoula@gmail.com  If a photo is also submitted it may be used online with the feature's announcement.

Entry deadline is April 30. Winner will be announced May 3.

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