My first home. My mother’s uterus.

I received my first home. A place that nurtured my existence until I was ready for the world. I am forever grateful for that first home, my mother’s uterus. To ease any concerns, my mom’s uterus is perfect. It has no disease, no tumors, there was nothing wrong that she had to have it removed. My mom chose to have her uterus taken out of her body. My mom’s reproductive organs have always been healthy and free of disease. While the uterus removal was elective, it was necessary for the type of repair to other organs.

Now, the story:

As I said goodbye to my mom at a Christmas party last year she leaned in and said, “I’m having a hysterectomy.” I squealed with delight and immediately said, “can I have it?” Then quickly realized what my mom really said and horror filled me. “What? Why? What happened? Are you sick?” And on and on came the questions. After she assured me she and her uterus were fine, she said it was elective in order to repair other issues. So I asked again, “can I have your uterus?” I am pretty sure she was stunned and maybe a little repulsed but said we can talk about it later. Later came and she had settled into the idea of giving me her uterus as long as it was ok with the doctors. (Watch Wendi lose her shit.) WHAT? It’s your uterus. You own it. No one can tell you what you can and can not do with YOUR uterus. Convincing my mom she had to be bold and ask for it was a process. She had to realize that no one else could tell them, but her, what to do with her uterus because she was the owner. And she did it. She asked and rolled her eyes using her crazy midwife daughter as the excuse. I was happy to be the scape goat but in those moments the thought started – why are we so disconnected from our bodies? Why is it wrong or shameful or even disgusting to ask for our body?

In the last few years, bringing your placenta home after birth has become a normal conversations in certain communities. I rejoice that people are honoring this organ that literally gave life to the baby they grew inside of their body. But what about all the other parts of is that help us live our life to the fullest? What about all the sacred wombs that are carelessly, thoughtlessly discarded to the incinerator with out a moment of thanks or praise. Not my home. Not my mom’s uterus.

My dad retrieved the uterus from the hospital days after the surgery because “it had to go to pathology.” It actually didn’t “have” to but I did not want to tackle that as well. My mom had already been brave to ask for it, didn’t want her to fight the battle of it not going to pathology. Anyway, back to my dad. My dad was pretty disgusted and even put it in the back seat as he drove so not to have to think about what was in the car with him. Again, the sad thought of how we have become so disconnected.

I opened it up with some hesitation of what I might see. The fluid it was in was murky and tinged a red-brown. The biggest shock, that I was not prepared for, was so many pieces floating around. It was hacked to shreds. Emotions were bubbling so I wrapped it back up and tucked it away until I could have enough time to actually sit with my home. Awhile later I found the moment. I took my mama’s uterus and I sat under the trees in my front yard and I unpacked it all. As I lifted each and every piece, I wept. I wept and wept and wept. There was so much flooding my mind. Gratitude for my first, warm home of love. Horror of what our medical system does to precious organs. Grief at our disconnectedness with body and life. Wonder that my midwife hands could hold a uterus. Curious about all the parts. Astonishment at how small and how old this uterus looked. But mostly just overwhelming honor at this organ that produces, sustains, and protects life. I wept for quite awhile until I could not resist the urge to put it back together. This poor, torn apart, shredded, sliced up flesh. My midwife hands aches to put it back together. I ran into my office and grabbed my sutures and instruments and began to work. I sutured for hours. Some pieces were easy to put together, others, literally, impossible. When I felt done enough I placed the finish pieces along with all the random pieces I could not connect in a jar and filled it with formaldehyde. (I am pretty sure you can buy anything on Amazon.)

My first home now sits on my shelf. I am reminded daily to honor all life, all bodies, all things. In a strange way this whole experience was a part of my continued healing. Healing as a woman. Healing as a daughter. Healing in relationships. Healing to my own body. Healing towards my mom. For all of that, my gratitude is beyond comprehension.





Google Your Name

It has been a while since I Googled my own name. I am usually a bit surprised by what I find. Today’s gem was this blog written by one of my homebirth mamas – Lesley Cain. She has a blog called

What a great birth story and a powerful mama!

Check it out –

If there are more birth stories out there I am unaware of that FATS is featured, send me the link!

Placentas. Again.

My student, Mona Ziems, introduced me to this GREAT podcast “The Longest Shortest Time.”  What a fantastic Podcast about parenting and birth and hard conversations with the short people you live with and so much more. I am in love!!!

Their most recent episode “A Childless Man Makes Edible Placenta” is a brilliant breakdown of consuming your placenta. If you ever wanted all the details explained clear as day about that magic organ, it is the best 45 minutes you could spend.

Freedom and the Seed supports families’ decision to do whatever they want with this life giving organ.  Some of our clients plant it with a special tree or rose bush. Others have consumed it in smoothies or various recipes (Spaghetti, Stew, Sushi style, etc…) and still others have discarded it. Whatever the path, please take a moment after birth to revere it. What a miracle the whole process of growing a baby and how utterly amazing the placenta is!

We are also happy to help you process your placenta into capsules, tinctures, chocolates and/or smoothies and meals. Just give us a call – 480.528.1689

Happy Placenta!


And the Battle still continues with AZDHS…

I am sure you have heard a lot of buzz around the Arizona Association of Midwives filing a lawsuit against the AZ Dept of Health Services. If you haven’t, read my last post to catch up!

Did you know that individual midwives continue their own private battle in the court room? In the last several months we have seen 3 midwives in court fighting to keep their licenses to practice midwifery.

This Friday Nov. 13th I go to court AGAIN to fight to keep mine. The reason: I did not abandon care and leave my client without a care provider.thumb_IMG_0622_1024

It has been almost a year to the date of the last time I was in court defending my license. If you have not read about that crazy case please go back to my post Battle with AZDHS. We are seriously talking crazy pants here.

If you read the first go round then you can almost press repeat in the scenario that will unfold again this Friday.

Not only is this a waste of everyone’s time and resources, this is a waste of YOUR TAX MONEY!!! You should be outraged!

The last time in court, about a month ago, there were 3-4 attorney from the Attorney General’s office present. ALL of them paid by for your tax dollars. All to help defend the dept stance on mandatory testing. 4 lawyers for 4 hours, plus the 3-4 people present from DHS. That’s a lot of money spent to defend the departments stance on not allowing patient autonomy.

I wonder how many will show up to my case??? I will keep you posted…

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The Battle with AzDHS Continues…

Last week we saw a landmark event take place among the midwives of AZ and the Dept of Health.


After years of watching AZ midwives try SO hard and without much success to create change by working with the AZ Department of Health, we have finally stood our ground and said that we will no longer stand for their inappropriate and illegal management of midwifery regulation.  Thank you so much to the midwives, student midwives, doulas, and consumers that stood bravely on the steps of AzDHS as we made this historic announcement.

I am sure the news and social media buzz has already reached you, but just in case you’ve been hibernating here is the scoop! You can check out the following news sources –   3TV    Cronkite   KJZZ   NewTimes   News12
On Thursday, November 5th, with support of midwife members and unanimous vote by the board, AAM filed legal action against AzDHS/Cara Christ. The decision to take this action was a serious one and was not considered lightly. We understand the potential pitfalls but firmly believe the positives that may come out of this action are worth the risk. This legal action, called a declaratory judgement, seeks to to four main things.
  • Stop the illegal investigation into midwives charts  that contain private health information.
  • Stop the aggressive enforcement of new rules that illegally reduced the midwives’ scope of practice.
  • Relieve midwives of the increased administrative burden.
  • Stop the enforcement of unconstitutional midwifery laws that violate the right t12187909_10153447117693551_2568884392368372840_no refuse vaginal exams, STI testing, and medical treatment.


There is a LOT of work to be done as we wait for the legal process to unfold. It is expected tha
t it will be months before we see the results of this lawsuit.
—Facebook group Unite AZ Midwives Hands We will be posting updates and future actions
—Contact Dir. Cara Christ, AG Mark Brnovich and Gov. Doug Ducey with your views on the points above
—Watch for media coverage, share news stories and comment on the media’s pages referencing the lawsuit whenever you see a story about midwives
—Watch online for blogs and comment to correct any errors, refer people to Unite AZ Midwives Hands for further action
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