Tomorrow, March 8, is International Women’s Day. The first time I learned about International Women’s Day was in college. My roommate was minoring and Russian and on March 8, she brought home a flower from class. It is customary in Russia for men to buy flowers for the women in their lives on Women’s Day. It’s an official holiday in many countries and the United Nations has made a tradition of picking a theme for International Women’s Day each year. This year’s theme is Equality for Women is Progress for All.Read More
Three Sundays ago in Relief Society we had lesson 1 in the Joseph Fielding Smith manual. It was the lesson on Heavenly Father. I had ended up on the front row with my knitting and my baby. The first discussion in the class included listing the traits of God on the board. I sat there wondering if I had something to add while everyone else put up all the phrases I was already thinking about: all the omni-stuff, loving, merciful, etc. And then,
My name is Kayte. I live in Salt Lake City, Utah, and I am a student midwife at the Midwives College of Utah. I began my path to midwifery first under the inspiration of my great-great-great-grandmother, Sarah Indiaetta Young, and her stories of being a midwife on the Arizona Frontier. Second, because my mother taught me to love birth and all that it encompasses. I felt pulled towards the art and practice of midwifery because I feel like it is my calling. I have attended over 50 births in my training, and I am currently taking a (semi) break from attending births to focus on my scholastic endeavors. I hope to be finished with my studies and training by 2015. The following is an excerpt from my journal from December, 2013:
I went to a birth with Renee* last night. She asked me last minute if I could come because her other assistant was sick with bronchitis, so I agreed. This is Alex and Wendell’s first baby. Labor came early for Alex, she was barely 38 weeks and was not expecting this baby to arrive for another two or more weeks.
By Liz Johnson, a wife, mother of four, and a birth doula in Northern Indiana.
As a birth doula, I see birth metaphors everywhere I go. I’ll be driving down the street and find myself pondering how much that distant tree looks like a healthy placenta. I hear a story of an airline pilot safely bringing a plane to land and I think of strong women and their guides, safely bringing children in the world. I see ducks and ducklings crossing the pond and I find myself ruminating over whether human birth or poultry birth would be less comfortable. And so it’s no wonder that when I read the story (and hear the beautiful music) of “Les Miserables,” I think of birth.Read More
Guest Post by Sara
Sara, a native of San Francisco, is currently living in Salt Lake City, Utah, and is working as a midwife’s apprentice as she completes her specialization at the Midwives College of Utah.
Many are called, but few are chosen.
I have been called to the work of midwifery. I did not choose this calling – it chose me. It was, however, up to me to answer the call. I was fortunate to witness birth for the first time at the age of 14. Ever since that day in November, I felt changed. As I navigated my way through my teenage years and on into college, I was fortunate to be able to view women as strong beings, not weak or submissive creatures. I had seen the power that a woman in labor can possess. Not only did I see it, I felt it. It was this feeling that eventually led me to begin my apprenticeship to become a midwife.Read More