Fertility and Prenatal Massage in Winston-Salem NC

Today’s post is a guest blog post from Pregnant In The Piedmont sponsor, Heart In Hands Massage and Wellness, LLC! Thank you, for being a part of Winston-Salem’s pregnancy, baby and parenting event! Pregnancy, while exciting and beautiful can be tough to navigate. Which is why Heart In Hands Massage and Wellness, LLC proudly supports Pregnant In The Piedmont. Pregnancy is stressful and it can take a whole team of people to welcome your child into the world. From family members, to obstetricians there is no shortage of people helping to smooth the emotional and mental stress of pregnancy. But oftentimes the physical stress of pregnancy is overlooked. Here at Heart in Hands, we believe in holistic care. Pregnancy isn’t just an educational journey; it’s also a physical one. Our Founder Allison Morris is a Nurturing the Mother ® Certified Fertility Massage Specialist and a certified Nurturing the Mother® Pregnancy Massage & Postpartum Massage Therapist as well as, most recently, an accredited Infant Massage Instructor with Baby’s First Massage®. As a Fertility Massage Specialist Alli provides a customized and comprehensive care plan based on your stress level and stage of pregnancy. Whether you have been trying to conceive for years or simply want to be in prime shape for conception, Alli’s techniques can assist both you and your partner on your journey to reproductive health and parenthood. Our massage can even enhance the success rate of becoming pregnant. During pregnancy we offer techniques that can be useful in recovering from nausea, aches, and pains. After birth, we have a variety of treatments for those postpartum aches and pains as...
My Mother’s Birth Story

My Mother’s Birth Story

A few years ago, when I first became a birth doula, I asked my mother about her birth story. The birth story that was me. I’d never really thought about it before. But when you delve into the world of birth work, you become curious about things you’d never really think about on a normal basis, like placentas, vernix, and lochia. Oh, I’d heard a little bit. I was born on Good Friday. It was hot as blazes, according to my mother, too hot for mid-April, even in North Carolina. My dad paced the waiting room, as fathers were not allowed back into the delivery rooms of the tiny twee country hospital I was born in. I’d smiled when she told me about the parade of family and friends who marched into the hospital, bearing flowers, who stared through the glass of the hospital nursery window. How I was one of only three babies in the nursery that weekend. How I was easily identifiable because of the messy shock of thick dark hair atop my head. But that was really the extent of what I knew. So I asked her. What was labor like for her. Come to find out, I was a real pain. She told me, (all cheerfully, of course) that she’d labored with me for about 15 hours, 13 of which were flat on her back, in the hospital, alone. A nurse occasionally coming in the room. She had terrible back labor, and eventually it was discovered that I was occiput posterior, also known as sunny side up , a position that can often cause intense...