Who Am I?

My name is Megan Reed. I am a doula, natural childbirth educator, research junkie, health coach, and birth enthusiast. I've been teaching and assisting expectant couples since 2013 and found my passion in it. I teach a whole-view approach to pregnancy and birth, even bringing in cutting-edge research on things like genetics, microbiomes, and juvenile disease prevention to my classes and business.

​I believe that birth is not the end, but merely the beginning of a lifetime that affects the next generation and beyond. Care to learn more? Get ahold of me today!

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What We Do.

Our goal is to help your family develop healthy goals, habits, and experiences that will nurture you for a lifetime. We offer:
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• Life (attitude & lifestyle) Coaching
• Health (exercise & nutrition) Coaching
• Birth Counseling
• Birth Doula Services
• Childbirth Preparation Classes
• Healthy Pregnancy Classes
• Postpartum Preparation Classes
• Baby Bonding Classes
• Placenta Printing Services
• Labor Tool Rentals
• and FREE Seminars, Tutorials, and Workshops!

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What We Believe.

"Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the realization that something is more important"

"Be strong and of good courage, do not fear nor be afraid of them; For the Lord your God, He is the One who goes with you. He will not leave you, nor forsake you."

"There is a difference between the presence of fear and consumption by it. We have control over the latter. Whatever happens, it becomes our new normal, changing our journey, and bringing out a strength we never knew we had... it's birth."

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone gives you courage."

"Fear is a reaction. Courage is a decision."

Fearless Birth:
The Origin Story

When I was 19, I was raped. I had also experienced sexual abuse as a young child and the anger, insecurity, and outrage I felt when this happened again to me were intense and unrelenting. I hated him, I hated myself, and had an incredible amount of guilt, feeling like I had somehow let this happen. I spiraled out of control with partying, drinking, and general self destruction. About five weeks after, I found out I was pregnant. I hadn't rectified myself yet with my sexual self and so there was no question of who the father was. I am christian and believe heavily in God, but I was in the middle of incredible disbelief... how could a loving God let this happen to me? Why would He? Nothing made sense anymore.

Due to my pro-life beliefs and despite many friends reminding me that I didn't have to "deal with this", I decided I couldn't go through with either an abortion or adoption. I knew either would destroy me. When I decided to keep my pregnancy, I was met by, not only resistance, but also negativity, skepticism, and even outright hatred, some even believing that I must have "liked it" to consider becoming a parent. I'd never before felt so hated, incapable, and incompetent. The shining light in it all was my own mother, who had been a single mom to my younger sister and I until I was five. She told me "I can't judge your actions or tell you what the right or wrong thing is to do. I will support you no matter what because you are my daughter and that is my grandchild. I know whatever you do won't be easy. So I'm just here."

 Because of this, for all women and their partners, I am just here. I never want to leave any expectant families alone in their journey... because I know it's terrifying. It was because of my incredible support system and the Bradley Method classes that I was able to heal through giving birth to my first son. My labor and birth were painless!

​  The real surprise, though, was the fact that, at the onset of labor, I was not nervous, afraid, or uncertain. I was able to embrace what was happening to me and enter into parenthood feeling calm, secure, and safe. As time progressed, I was able to see the difference between myself and other mothers. So many women felt unsafe to voice their concerns, their emotional distress, or difficulties. Many felt unheard. Some felt unseen and unsupported... but they accepted it. I knew this wasn't right. I had insecurities, sure... what mother doesn't? However, I knew where to turn. I felt empowered, informed, and again... safe.

  I began teaching childbirth classes and tapped into another source of issues for new parents... Partners! Many felt cut out, like they didn't have a place and therefore assumed all the responsibility should fall on Mom. I decided to make it my mission to help couples work as a team during pregnancy, in equal parts. In doing this, many couples lose their fear, embrace their bodies & abilities, and empower their families for life!

​ There will always be unknowns, but knowing that there is always an option, always an alternative, creates a strong precedent that gives families the courage to push against their fear and parent the way they feel is best, without regret. Becoming a parent is becoming a new person, every single time. Birth should be a celebration of your new family and the journey you are beginning together. It is not about fear. Fear has no place in this journey, so when you encounter it, I'd love to give you the tools to step past it and that is Fearless Birth.

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Fearless Life.

Growing up, I was party to the births of my siblings (I am the oldest), the birth of my cousin, and of our cat, Taby (she gave birth to four beautiful kittens)! As a doula, I've had the honor of being a part of several births, both medicated and unmedicated, vaginal and cesarean, first-time and experienced mamas, hospital and home, and so on! In 2017, I also had the pleasure of helping my baby sister birth her own baby and they look forward to several more! 

As an educator, I've loved passing on what I've learned throughout the years. It's been inspiring to see parents grow to trust their instincts, find providers that respect them and work seemlessly with their families, and go on to lead happy and peaceful lives. I hope to continue helping families for decades to come. For the first time, I am able to offer an educational four-series course called "BioBirth", which reaches information over pregnancy, labor & birth, postpartum, and newborn care!

Now, as a health coach, I have the additional honor of helping families prepare and maintain healthful pregnancies, bodies, and breastfeeding relationships. Though I specialize in fertility, pregnancy, postpartum, and breastfeeding, I offer whole life health coaching which extends to all walks of life through guided meditation, peer-to-peer counseling, nutrition counseling, and so on.

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My History.

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All of my boys were born at home. My first, as mentioned, was an uneventful, painless, and ideal water birth... completely wonderful!
With my second, I had another wonderful water birth. However, there was a vast difference as my younger was also a posterior (sunny-side up) baby, so I experienced a lot of painful back labor. The labor was still widely uneventful until the end when my son was born with his hand beside his face and still within his amniotic sac (en caul)!

A Wildcard Birth Story
My third, another amazing little boy, threw us all for a loop! At 32 weeks, I learned my little munchkin was a complete breech baby. I began to make preparations for this unusual birth, but with help of friends, family, and advocates, I knew I was able to birth my baby, whether he was head, butt, or feet first! I experienced two months of prodromal labor.

One fine Friday, all of my contractions stopped. To my surprise, I found that I was 3-4 cm dilated! I impatiently awaited for labor to begin. Come Saturday evening, I'd not had even a twinge. Upon checking, I found I was 4-5 cm. So I supposed perhaps labor would begin Sunday. I attended a friend's baby shower the next day, intermittently spotting... my bloody show! I ran some errands, but returned home to find I was an even 6 cm, but still no contractions or hints of a traditional labor.

I alerted my birth team and putzed around. Impatient and curious, I had to know how far I had dilated... 8 cm! Part of my birth team arrived, despite my protests that nothing was happening. As we sat around joking and talking, I finally began to feel a need for rest. Everyone returned home... only to return two hours later when intense contractions finally began!
I began laboring on land, but soon felt the need for the relief of my birth pool. My children soon woke up, joining me. My oldest (then 7) acted as my doula, while my toddler watched labor unfold. My mother sat outside the pool, offering additional support.

As my urge to push became more intense, trepidation trickled into my awareness... all of the horror stories of breech babies started to become more vivid. Another wave of bearing down brought the familiar feeling of a stretching perineum. I jumped onto my knees in the pool and squeaked "I can't!" For the first time, I felt real fear in birth. Fear of the unknowns. Fear of weakness. Fear of injury. It all culminated here, with my yet unborn son knocking on the door, wishing to come out in his own, unique way.

But there was no way back, only forward, and I knew that only I could take that step through the fear to welcome my baby into the world. In an unintentionally symbolic gesture, I reached down to support my perineum. I knew breech babies needed to birth themselves and not be touched, but my fear was too strong, so I prayed that everything would be okay. I felt my perineum bulge and finally touched my baby for the first time. I stroked him, searching for the ridges of his little toes or bottom, but all was smooth.

As I awaited the next contraction, I realized how firm he felt and the feeling of what seemed like hair! As he continued to emerge, my photographer exclaimed "he's head first!" Yep! My little wildcard had flipped sometime after I had begun pushing and quickly slipped into my hands. I brought my vernix-covered newborn to my chest and awaited the glorious sounds of his lusty cry. It didn't come. As I looked at him, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace and simply waited with him curled up in my arms. Luckily, so did everyone else. I commented how much vernix was still present and how tiny he was, while all else disagreed (8lbs 12oz!). In an instinctive gesture, I stroked his cheek with the back of my finger... and he let out a roaring wail! He wouldn't cry again until a week later, being the peaceful little man that he is!