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He's curled up beside me. Much like the ticking of a clock - the rhythmic passing of days and months, he'll slowly wake. Unraveling and unfolding, he opens his sparkling brown eyes. He blinks. Then he smiles. A big toothless grin that nearly stops time in its tracks. A giggle deep within comes bubbling out of me. I smile too. Finally, I smile. Finally, I'm seeing the light.In Supported in Postpartum: Stories of Rejuvenating Wisdom, mothers sha...

I've done this before. I knew the powerful potential building inside her. Her heart beat faster. My breaths grew deeper. When her face disappeared into the soft sea of birth, I knew the sacred dance was in full swing. I remember: birth isn't for the strong or brave or cunning. It's for those who are supported. For those who feel safe in surrendering to motherhood.In Supported in Birth: Stories of Empowering Wisdom, mothers share their colorful...

She was determined. Frantic even. Twenty-three challenging hours of labor and she was fiercely hungry. Before this moment, I didn't know. Before this, I've only imagined. She looked in my eyes and in a skip of a heart beat, we understood. She latched. Rhythmic, restful, nourishing swallows. I smiled. This is just the beginning. In Supported in Breastfeeding: Stories of Nourishing Wisdom, mothers share their love and dedication to breastfeeding...