In celebration of Valentine’s Day, I wanted to share a different kind of love story… the kind that begins on a dark, rainy night… anticipation has been building for nine months until, finally, she feels the familiar pangs of labor beginning. The midwife is called and the tub is filled… and so begins the waiting game. At first the contractions are bearable and the excitement of baby’s arrival outweighs the strength of the pain… but slowly, with the ebb and flow of each passing contraction, the need for support becomes evident.

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