The unpacking is all done, my new studio space is ready and I am happy to be taking birth doula and photography clients again.  Please contact me early in your pregnancy as my space is limited.  

Excited to be writing my first blog post from Kelowna!  We moved from the Lower Mainland last month, and I'm looking forward to continuing my doula career here in the Okanagan.  I've been welcomed already by some of the birthing community here, and am wanting to make connections with other birth professionals. 

Delayed cord clamping update: a new article in the Journal of Perinatology found significant positive effects without harm in waiting a full five minutes to clamp the cord for all newborns.  Check out this juicy empty cord!

I had the pleasure of going to California earlier this month to attend the Sacred Birth Retreat in Venice Beach.  I met some awesome women and learned so much about doula work (even after five years and 100+ births!) .   Here are the photos from the reatreat!

I met A&S back in 2010, when I was teaching prenatal classes in South Surrey.  We kept in contact, and both A and I discovered our love for photography.  Fast forward five years, and A was pregnant with her third, and she asked me to photograph her baby girl's birth!
In the wee hours of the morning, after a long hot day in August, a little girl was born swiftly into her pool at home, completing A&S's family.  Her two older brothers awoke to find out they had a new member of the family!

Two weeks ago, Semiahmoo Midwifery held their first Family Picnic and celebration for Debbie Harding.  Debbie has had helped many, many babies arrive safely for those of us birthing in Surrey and White Rock as well as being a large part of the midwifery movement in BC.  

The kids had a blast making with giant bubbles, playing in the sprinklers and running around the beautiful gardens at a Rocha. It was great to see past clients, colleagues and meet some new families.  I especially enjoyed seeing Debbie, who caught both of my babies!  

If you'd like to order any digital files from this collection, you can choose any three images for $50, or your entire gallery for $100. Please email me at tracyarmstrongdoula@gmail.com.  Enjoy all the gorgeous babies!

I came across this article in the Huffington Post by Beth Woolsey and it really spoke to me.  Reminded me of those long nights (and days), and feeling really alone in my journey as a new mom.  So, if you are in the midst of this journey, read on....if you've been there, please comment.

AN OPEN LETTER TO NEW MAMMA ME
By Beth Woolsey

If I could go back fourteen years to the beginning of this Mama Gig, there are things I'd tell New Mama Me.

Things she should hear. Things she should know. Things I'd deliver straight to her heart, like that violent Pulp Fiction through-the-chest resuscitation shot to help her breathe just a little in that time when new mamahood first destroyed her but before she really lived again.

Oh new mama, I would say, this beginning, it's hard. It is. It's hard.

Your feet are moving on a marathon that's just begun, but you haven't trained because there's no way to train for this. No way to build your muscles or increase your endurance or improve your time other than to start running. And that is okay. It's the way this thing is done. You won't always feel this exhausted. This off-balance. This delirious. But I know that doesn't matter right now and that you want to punch people who say, "It gets better" right in teeth. (But it gets better, mama. It does. And the secret is you get stronger.)

I would tell you, sweet new mama, that feeling depressed after becoming a mama isn't just a biological phenomenon reserved for mamas who grow their babies themselves. I would tell you that I know you adore your baby. I know you're wildly grateful for her. And I know you'd give your life for her and that some days you're so strung out you wish you could. All kinds of Postpartum-What-the-Hell is normal -- even for you, the adoptive I-was-so-desperate-to-be-a-mama mama. Welcome to the land of Both/And, lady; both crushed with love for this new little life and breathless with the loss of yourself.

Parenting is relentless no matter how you arrive there.

Oh, New Mama. You will feel beaten, sometimes every minute, but I promise you, you will not stay down. You are a woman and you are just beginning to learn how very strong you are.

Parenting is relentless. Have I mentioned that? Relentless. But eventually, it gives you a better version of yourself, and then eventually-eventually you'll consider it a worthy trade.

You gasp with pain some days. So lonely. So unsure. And that's okay because you are dying, mama. You are dying to yourself, laying down the you you once knew. But you will rise again, and you will go far. All the way to the moon. You will. To infinity and beyond, like Buzz Lightyear, except real. Your life won't be only diapers, late nights, early mornings, toddler fits and mommy tantrums. I pinky swear and cross my heart. You will seek and you will find inside yourself the spark of a woman who knows from hard experience, to the marrow of your bones, that you are resilient and capable and strong.

I know you wonder how it is that momming can be so isolating when billions of women do it every day. I know you didn't see the loneliness coming. If I had a genie in a bottle, I would wish for a zoom out button for you; in the middle of the night, when you're sitting on the hard floor with your crying baby and your crying self and your despair because you want to just stop it but you don't know how, you could zoom out and see. You could zoom out over your house and then out and then out again, like Google Earth for mamas, and from that high place in the sky overhead you'd see that you're one of an ocean of mamas rocking on the floor in the night. You'd know that you're not alone. Not really. And you'd wave at the other mamas and they'd wave through their tears back at you.

You've heard about The Village -- the one they say it takes to raise a child -- and I know you wonder how to find it. Damn Village. The zoom button sure would help, wouldn't it? But I would tell you to hang in there. Breathe breath after breath and keep trekking. Because the Village is there, mama. There's hope! You'll get there! The illusive Village is there, and you are so right to keep moving 'til you find your mama tribe.

And the mamas that you find? Some of them in the wilderness just like you? They will point the way to Love and hand you a beer and teach you to laugh at the mess. You don't know it yet, but the sweaty, miserable work you're doing in the jungle isn't just for you, mama. There's a purpose for all of your wandering. No, you don't know if yet, but you're cutting a trail that others will follow to the Love and the beer and the laughter, too. Can you even believe it?

Oh, New Mama. If I could tell you just three things, I'd tell you these:

You're okay. You are. Both the dark and light of you. The despair and the hope.
The hope will win. I swear it.
You're not alone. Love is there. And so are you. And together -- love and you -- you're enough.

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This strong mamma was supported by her husband, her mom and I during her birthing time.  She was incredibly strong, and walked laps around the room for her entire labour.  Before long, it was time to meet their baby, and mamma helped to "catch" her!  To see baby G's newborn session, click here.  Enjoy!

Over a week after her "guess" date, this little girl arrived swiftly earth-side.  Her mom was so calm and determined, and had a smooth birth most mothers wish for throughout their pregnancies.  This little girl was quite chill and slept for most of our session, and she was a full two weeks old!

When I met this mom and her family for the first time, I knew I was meant to be their doula.  I felt such a strong connection with her, and I was so honoured to be present for her second baby girl's birth-day.

I received a call from dad early in the morning, and realized I could hear her in the background, and she was PUSHING!  I rushed over, as did the midwife, and her healthy baby was speedily caught by one of my favourite midwives. 

Thank you for allowing me to share your story!