DoulaMamaWolf

Sometimes, as moms, we just want to be perfect. Have the perfect routine, the perfect house, the perfect attitude with your children 100% of the time, have it all together and never be fazed by hard times. Sometimes we try really, really hard to do it all, and not let anyone into the little bubble of our daily struggles because that would be like admitting that you can't handle it, see, everyone was right, you bit off more than you can chew . Sometimes this pride makes it hard to admit and receive help when a real problem comes up. Really hard. And then there is that word. The scary phrase that we see attached to heartbreaking headlines, that bring to mind images of shaken babies and moms that make irreversible decisions. The one that can't happen to ME, I'm okay, I can handle it.  Postpartum Depression. It brings it's own unique concerns to young moms: Will CPS/MCFD (Ministry of Children and Families, Canada's version of CPS) be called if I talk to my doctor about

Quick sum of things since my last post:  - birthday party was so much fun, and the photos turned out beautifully!  - I finished my Bebo Mia Exam & first doula birth (videos to come!) - Halloween has come & gone another year: (The Cat & The Fiddle and The Cow that Jumped over the Moon) -  we have been trying to conceive (with no cycles or luck so far) for a while now... - and I updated the website again (with a new url - the host site changed it, what a pain!), with new pricing, scheduling and layout at  http://thepregnantdoula.wixsite.com/doula   ~ Now suddenly, it's November again! A few of my American friends do something to be thankful for every day of November, I think until their Thanksgiving (ours was in October, of course). I have always thought that it was important to be thankful for something every single day, even if it is something trivial or a basic need for survival, we are always lucky and should be gra