​September 28th 2016
The day started out pretty normal. I was 38 weeks pregnant and anxious to meet our baby but didn't really think it would be anytime soon. Zelena and I headed off to Bible study that morning, and a group of ladies prayed over me that I would be content and that baby would arrive in God's perfect timing. I left feeling at peace that baby would come when the time was right.

My mom had come to Edmonton to help me get a few groceries, because when your hugely pregnant with a toddler in tow, you need all the help you can get. I also met with my midwife in the afternoon for a completly routine check-in. I had no idea I would be seeing them both again later that night!

Who knows if eating cookies helps increase your milk supply but who needs an excuse to eat cookies? Not me!

This recipe like most of the great ones has been passed between neighbours and friends, adapted and tweaked to perfection the way only tried and true recipes are. Cristy made up a batch of these cookies for me before I had my baby and they were the perfect post-birth snack. Even my toddler and husband loved them but don't worry—you don't have to share. These cookies are the perfect mix of healthy and comfort food, so go ahead have a cookie or two!

There is so much in a name. My name, Cristina, for example, is an Italian name that means “Follower of Christ”, something I strive to make truth in my life. Not just because it is my name, but because it is ingrained in every fibre of my being.

Kaitlyn and I met in February, at a Rebozo training. (The rebozo is a traditional Mexican shawl, usually long enough to wrap around a woman, that has many uses in labour—feel free to ask us more about using a rebozo during your baby's birth!) In April we got together, and while our girls played, we talked more in depth about birth work: our experiences, our passions and frustrations, and what we envisioned for ourselves in the future. We wanted to work together and we wanted to change this perception that some births are better than others—something that is often (unintentionally) perpetuated by birth workers, even doulas.