Maranda Bower: 2 books

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...

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....