Two years ago this morning we were in a delivery room exhausted, a little scared and uncertain of our next move. My wife, Brooke, had gone into labor around 6:00am the day before. We had taken 12 weeks (TWELVE WEEKS!) of birthing classes to prepare us for what we hoped would be an unmedicated, natural […]
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