Juliannes Birth Story

My first contact with Melissa was when she emailed me inquiring about my Doula Services. She mentioned in her email that her family was getting ready to move from Chicago back to her hometown of Coeur D’Alene, and had already decided on a birth place, and provider for her VBAC. I had had some experience with the Doctor and wanted to let her know that perhaps there would be a better experience with a different local doctor. I gave her a call and I felt awful for adding to the gigantic load that I’m sure was already on her shoulders. What with an upcoming cross country move and all. I just kept thinking if it was me I would want someone tell me J

We decided to meet up once they had moved to see if we’d be a good fit for her birth. I met she and Ben where we talked about her first pregnancy and birth, what they were looking for, what their goals were, etc. They shared the story of Benjamin’s birth. While it seemed to be a great pregnancy, as soon as they arrived at the hospital (where she found out she was 2cm) they put baby on the monitor and discovered the heart rate was decelerating. After a whirlwind of commotion she was whisked away into an emergency cesarean section, and Ben was sent off to a room alone to wait. It would be in that room that he would find out from a nurse that his son (they didn’t know the sex… this is how he found out.) wasn’t doing well.

So, with this traumatic birth their last experience they decided that a VBAC was what they wanted, once again didn’t find out the sex, found (in my opinion) one of the best doctors in Spokane, and hired me on as their very blessed Doula.

We had made an date for the first prenatal appointment, but she wasn’t due until Thanksgiving.

Imagine my surprise when I got a phone call 5 (ok, I guess techniqually 6) weeks early from Melissa telling me she thought her water had broken and she was on her way to the hospital from Coeur D’Alene.

Her wonderful mother, Grandma Jennie, called me an hour later to let me know her water had definitely broken, and Ben was in Chicago. Uh-oh.

I got to the hospital and we found out that since she was 34 weeks (she would turn 35 weeks at midnight) in order to keep her from being transferred to Sacred Heart and to keep baby in until Daddy had arrived (poor daddy had to fly from Chicago to Seattle and then he and Grandpa Jim drove through the night!) they would give her Terbutaline. She wasn’t dilated at all at this point, so it seemed the doctors and nurses were fairly confident they could keep baby in for a few more hours.

I headed home to get some sleep in hopes that Melissa and Jennie could do the same.

Got a phone call at 4:30 am saying that maybe I should make my way in.

By the time I arrived Ben had too, and I could tell it was a huge relief for Melissa to have him there.

We began walking, lots, changing positions, early labor stuff. But, things didn’t seem to be picking up. Finally around 11am the nurse checked Melissa to see if she had been making any progress… no. Still closed, and posterior, and thick. She talked on the phone with her doctor and he said he was comfortable with letting her go until 4pm before starting Pitocin.

We continued to labor at one point she and Ben were walking the hall and Ben came in and told us to get the nurse. She had had a fair amount of blood come out on the floor. The nurse came and put baby on the monitor, asked if she was having any pain, etc. But, she wasn’t and baby looked great… so not a ton of worries. Still contractions just didn’t seem to be getting any more intense. It was during this time that Melissa said they were feeling like their priorities were:

1. To have Ben be there for this birth

2. To have a successful VBAC.

3. To do it without an epidural.

It’s great as a doula to know what these are. It helps me to know what to focus on, and how to help them break down decisions.

Finally around 3pm Ben and Melissa decided to just go ahead and start getting things moving.

Because she was VBAC’in it, the Pitocin was started very low and increased much more gradually than normal.

At this point it seemed to me like labor really kicked in. I could tell by the monitor that they were much closer together, but you could tell by her face, her sounds, her breathing that they were much stronger. She handled it beautifully. There’s something about watching a woman in this phase. Where she comes to the point where she can either fear it, or embrace it. it’s a turning point. She embraced it.

She listened to her music on her headphones and would sing beautifully along to the songs. She turned to me at one point and said, “You have to hear this song!” It was George Michaels “Faith” J We all sang along to it, smiling and dancing. Then other songs would come on and she’d sing a few lines and make eye contact with her mom. Then they’d both sing, tears in their eyes. Their relationship was so touching. They were so connected. Just watching them made the tears come to my eyes.

Melissa loved having Ben by her. I would notice her contractions seemed much more bearable when he was touching her. She liked to lean on him, although she told him at one point that he was too muscular J I thought about trying to stuff some blankets in his shirt, but didn’t think he’d love this idea! Benjamin was around at this point, coming in and out of the room. He would go on little trips, with Grandpa to the junk yard, with Grandma to the park. He loved being in the room, talking quietly, although the more intense things got it seemed it may be distracting. We did manage to get one picture of them while they were still a family of 3.

As we headed into evening Melissa was really wanting to know if she’d made any change. I was practically certain she had. Around this time we began to notice the baby’s heart rate would dip during every contraction. The nurse came into to watch Melissa and the monitor and finally decided to call the doctor. It seemed for me that this hour period took the longest. I could see daddy getting more and more nervous and finally he asked us all to go out so he could sort of explain things to Melissa.

Finally the doctor on call came in and decided to check Melissa. Maybe she was just getting close to complete and that was the reason for the decels.

He went in to check her and I could see almost immediately that there had been no change. He told her she was still very closed, and very far back.

My heart literally sank.

I feel like I knew at that moment.

I wanted this so bad for them. I had this picture in my mind of her pushing, and Ben catching, and announcing. Of tears of victory and redemption.

But, I remembered her priorities and I knew that number one was still possible.

They decided to get her an epidural, and it all happened very quickly and chaotically. After she had the epidural working we began to discuss. She would say to one of us, “What do you think?” And when we would answer anything besides, “Get a C-Section” She would turn to the next, and ask J She also (probably much more than I) knew what was coming. She knew how tired she was. She knew how far she had to go. And she knew what was most important.

She and Ben took some alone time to talk things through. Which was so wise.

They finally decided to just get a Cesarean. This time, a non-emergency. This time Ben would be there by her side.

I actually ended saying goodbye at this point. There was not a ton I could do for a few hours and even at that point she would be in post-op and not able to breast feed right away. Grandma Jennie promised to call me as soon as she knew anything. I gave Melissa a big hug and headed home. Leaving my heart very much at the hospital. Worried for baby because it was so early, worried for mama about to have surgery, daddy who was emotionally drained, and sad to have to let go of the picture I had created in my head.

I fell asleep and woke up at 11:30 to Grandma. She said, ”Guess who I’m holding!” “Who, who, who???” I said, still half asleep. “Julianne Frances.” Ahhh, a girl. Grandmas pink shirt was right.

I came back the next morning to hear the whole story.

They had gotten mommy in, opened her up, and found out she had in fact ruptured her uterus. (Which was probably the blood that she had lost that time) She had some other complications and while baby was 4lbs 14oz, she was perfectly healthy. Even able to stay the first night in the room with mama! Breast fed right away. Wow.

What blessings.

Ben got to announce to Melissa what baby was. Just writing that fact gets me choked up J

Miss Julianne, you are amazing. My guess is that you will be spontaneous & stubborn J If you’re anything like your birth. You have incredible parents who were so strong, courageous, and determined. A fabulous Grandma and Grandpa that supported them. And an adoring big brother who insisted on not wearing his pajamas to the hospital J

What an honor to stand so close to a miracle.

Julianne, Melissa & I

Woven & Spun Clients: Addison's Birth Story

I met Tiffany and Jesse towards the end of her 2nd trimester. She was very certain that she wanted a completely natural, unmedicated birth. She had been around many pregnant mama’s through her work in massage therapy and had heard some amazing stories (and probably some not so amazing stories) and quickly realized what she desired from her first birth. She used my Hypnobirthing materials, and seemed to really love the way they explained everything, and the relaxation tracks as well.
I was so excited about this birth! I knew it was going to be incredible because mommy was so sure, and daddy was so supportive!
I got the call at 4am the day after her due date. She said she’d been contracting most of the night and hadn’t really slept. I knew that she was an under-reactor (if that’s even a word…) and that when I got “the call” from her it’d probably be the real thing! I suggested taking a bath and trying to rest. An hour later my phone rang again… her water had broke and she had lost her plug…
So, I headed up to their house. When we got there she seemed to be managing very well. Was completely relaxed during contractions. Her puppies were very restless. Very uncertain of what was going on and if I was the one doing it to her.
She and I ended up taking a walk to her parents house (about 30 minutes each way) which increased her contractions a bit. But, it was incredibly hot outside, and I was worried about her getting dehydrated. We headed back and just continued to labor at home. She and Jesse managed to take a nap around mid-afternoon, and at one point when things just weren’t getting any stronger/closer she jumped on the elliptical. Let me just tell you- that was a first. So, Tiffany’s talking on the phone to her somewhat frantic nurse (frantic because she’s telling the nurse her waters been broken since 4:30 am and its now 4:30pm…) rolling her eyes, while madly doing the elliptical. J Really wish I would have gotten a picture of that!
She was having some swelling, and so her mother was keeping an eye on her blood pressure and when it began to rise the decision was made to head into the hospital.
Once we got there she hadn’t progressed a ton, but because her water had broken they wanted to admit her.
We labored through the night. She seemed to love leaning on the bed, being on the birth ball, and eventually being in the tub. As things continued to progress she kept her cool. Never once said, “I cant do this” or even hinted at defeat. When it got more intense she just turned more to Jesse. This was my favorite part. He was such a birth partner. Constantly by her side, offering water, chap stick, kisses… it was so awesome to see a daddy so certain of his wife’s capabilities.
The other incredibly part of this was Tiffany’s mom. She was there the entire time. Just sitting reading her book. Offering encouragement at the perfect time. What an amazing asset! This grandma is going to be so wonderful!
When her midwife came in and checked her she realized we were pretty close. Her photographer arrived, and so did her sister-in-law.
As the pushing became evident I saw unfold one of the most beautiful births I’ll probably ever be a part of. Her midwife sat on the rocking chair and let Tiffany do her thing. She would offer suggestions, and would only touch her to do perinea massage. Everyone in that room knew that Tiffany knew what she was doing and completely trusted her to get baby out.
As her little head began to crown the midwife encouraged Tiffany to take baby and pull her out. There were tears all over as Tiffany saw the reward for her hours- no, months- of hard work.
Baby Addison, you are so blessed. You have a mama that knows her own strength, and because of that she’ll teach you how to find yours J Your father is one of the strongest most supportive dads I’ve ever seen and Grandma and Auntie will be forever bonded to you because they took part in your incredible birth.
Congrats Hemphill Family!!

Woven & Spun Clients: Mikaela's Birth Story

I’ve known Charese for a long time. When I saw she was pregnant I sent her a message to see if she needed a doula, and lucky me- she did J

I met with She and David when they were about 18 weeks into the pregnancy to go over what they wanted, to talk about their other kiddos births, and address any worries or concerns.

Charese let me know that they had scheduled an induction for a few days before her due date. With her last two labors she hadn’t started on her own, and her doctor seemed fairly doubtful that she would this time.

On the morning of June 22^nd they went in and got her hooked up to pitocin. Around 8:30 they broke her water and by 9am I got the text that maybe I should head in.

When I got there she seemed to be handling the contractions pretty well. Still joking through most of them, being silly, trying to do everything she could to be helpful and polite to the nurses. J

I sat on the little couch and mostly chit-chatted with them for an hour or so. Definitely the most hands off of all my births so far. We were switching positions often, and it seemed like what she liked the most was standing up- either leaning against David, or leaning over the bed.

It seemed like every time the nurses would come in they would up the pitocin. I was a little surprise because she seemed to be progressing, and having very regular contractions. I kept looking at Charese, checking in with her to make sure she was handling the increases ok. She was so strong!

Her doctor came in to check her at one point, and she was at a 6. She made a point of telling the nurse that if Charese was still going natural by the end- when it was time to tell her to run!

This labor was amazing. Incredible. There was worship music playing, and Charese and David would sing along together. I almost felt like I was intruding. It was so intimate, beautiful & perfect.

I stepped out to make a phone call at one point and when I came back in could see that it was getting serious. She began making some sounds through the contractions, and during one I couldn’t tell if she was making ‘The Noise’ (I heard described once as, “somewhere between a roar, a scream, and a freight train”) I asked her if she felt like she was pushing and she gave me this look like, “are you kidding me?” I didn’t walk, but ran out to the nurses station. But, ran into our nurse halfway there- she’d seen the contraction on the monitor and came running. It was a blur. Charese wanted to push more than anything in the world. Her big brown eyes looked up at me in panic, trying to blow out the push. This is the only time I saw this look on her face. Holding that feeling, that instinct in, is one of the hardest things a woman will ever have to do.

Finally doctor came running in, and David said, “I may cry this time!” As she pushed the first time, we saw the head. The second push, I heard the song change. (DON’T ask me why in the world I was listening to the music!) “How Great Is Our God” came on. I didn’t really see baby come out because my eyes were filled with tears. Because He is just so very great. One more push, and Charese scooped her up and pulled her to her chest. After a few minutes she looked up and said, “I just did it. I cant believe I did it!” “You not only did it,” I told her “You ROCKED it!”

And that was it Mikaela Brooke Pettis was born. An amazing way to honor her incredibly quirky, lovable & very missed Uncle Mitch.

Charese, David & Mikaela, it was such an honor to be at this birth- to stand so close to this particular miracle. I was so unnecessary, and I loved it. Mikaela, you’re a lucky girl. You have a mama that will teach you how to be strong, and brave, and flexible. Not only that but she’ll tell you many stories about the man you’re named for- who’s life definitely made a huge impact on my faith.

-Sarah Green

Woven & Spun Clients: Miles' Birth Story

Alexis and Shawn found me when they were about halfway through the pregnancy. First time parents, and an incredibly entertaining couple. They were just fun to be around!

Alexis went a little past her date, and when a few potential complications came up the decision was made to be induced.

They went into the hospital the night before to start the process. I was fairly sure I wouldn’t hear from them until later the next morning, so imagine my surprise when I woke up to my phone ringing at 4am, and heard Shawn’s voice on the other end (daddy calling = time to go) telling me maybe I should start heading up.

When I got there Alexis was just getting out of the tub. I could tell by the look on both their faces that things had moved along quickly. As she was stepping out a contraction started, I grabbed onto her and walked her through it. As we moved her into the room and got her dressed again I was caught up to speed. Last check she was at 4cm, they thought her water had broken, and she had just thrown up. All good signs.

For the next 45 minutes things were pretty intense. Mommy was working hard through the contractions and shaking off and on.

It was at this point, when she had just finished her last contraction, that she looked up at me and said, “I want an epidural NOW.” There was no question in her voice, and we had talked about this in advance- she was very indifferent to getting an epidural. She looked at daddy and said, “Shawn, now.” As is usual they wanted to check her before they brought the epidural paraphernalia in… “Complete.” Was the only thing the nurse said. Alexis had gone from 4cm to fully dilated in 45 minutes!! Pretty intense to say the least!

They started trucking in all the baby stuff, the hustle and bustle began. They wanted mommy to push a little and see how she did…

After two hours of pushing with little progress, and Herculean effort by mommy it was clear some decisions needed to be made. First they tried giving her an epidural. Which in itself is no easy thing to do while you’re fully dilated and pushing. It wasn’t the smoothest epidural, and many punctures later- it was in… but not working the way everyone had hoped. Doctor suggested that because of mommy’s quick progression- if this baby was going to come naturally it would be coming. Forceps and C-section were talked about and finally it was decided that they would go back into the O.R. and would attempt forceps delivery there, but would also be in place in case a Cesarean was necessary.

As they wheeled Alexis out, she and Shawn had a ton of family in the hallway, all worried, eager & smiling to encourage the soon-to-be parents..

We waited very anxiously for any news. It was so hard not to be there! Finally, we saw the doctor come out! She let everyone know mommy & baby were great, and that they had delivered via C-Section.

Soon daddy came out with a big smile and tired eyes. Miles was here J !

What I found out later was that as they had tried the forceps, baby’s heart stopped beating for a short while. Somewhat of an emergency c-section, and baby was safely out.

These parents were amazing. Shawn’s love and concern for Alexis and Miles was so overwhelming. Watching what she was going through- through his eyes- made me realize for the first time just how hard it must be to be a husband during the labor process. Alexis was a rock star. It can be hard to go through a quick labor. Your body is changing so quickly but your mind and emotions take a bit to catch up. Alexis is a strong woman- you have to be to have her job. But, the flexibility, resilience and steadiness she showed during birth was… well, she should teach classes for this stuff!

Miles, you had a dramatic entrance to this world. I’m sure in the future you’ll love to hear the stories. Your mama was incredible, and your daddy wore his heart on his sleeve, and you had an entire waiting room full of family eager to meet you and loving you already. What a perfect combination of people to guide you through this life!

Thanks to Courtney Pegram of Small Beginnings Photography for being there for the birth and taking these amazing pictures!!

Woven & Spun Clients: Isabella's Birth Story

I met AndI and Curtis when she was in her 3^rd trimester. She wanted to try for an unmedicated birth and was eager to read up on what she could to try to make that happen.

On Saturday the 28^th of May I got a text early in the morning… followed by a phone call when I didn’t respond J She told me she’d been contracting through the night and thought these seemed a little different. After a few hours they were still at it and she decided to go to the bbq they had planned. The only difficulty was she wanted to keep possibly being in labor on the down low… which seemed to be a bit of a challenge. Finally around 3 or 4 they left the bbq to go home and try to concentrate on getting through the contractions. She got in the tub and they picked up so much she called me and asked me to come.

I arrived at the Garofalo’s at 8pm, AndI was sitting on the couch watching Glee J She seemed to be handling the labor pretty well and I was wondering if I’d come too soon. We had her hop in the tub where she went from listening to comedy on TV in the other room to breathing heavily through the contractions. After she got out of the tub the second time things seemed to be picking up. It seemed like she was ready to head in. We got her and the car packed and made the trip.

We got to the hospital around 11 p.m. they headed into triage and much to our surprise- hadn’t made cervical change. So we did the time honored hallway walk. Labor through each contraction as it came. After an hour she was checked again and was at a 3. We were admitted!! J

Curtis got the music going (started with Dean Martin, ended with… we’ll go there later) and the first of many nurses drew a bath. We got her settled in and she began the long night of laboring. We would transition between tub, toilet, birth-ball, hands and knees, and dancing with daddy. Each contraction seemed to become slightly more intense. By 7am the nurse and I both thought we heard her making pushing sounds. We encouraged her to be checked. If she was feeling the urge to push we didn’t want her doing it until she was fully dilated. Dr. came in at 8am and checked her… still a 3. Poor mama screamed, “WHAT??!!” I, too, was shocked. He then offered to break her water to move things along, and the decision was made to start an epidural.

Once she had the medication it was good and bad. The epidural didn’t seem to be working as advertised. She was still feeling hot spots of pain. After 5 or 6 bolus’ and countless ‘pushing of the button’ she seemed peaceful and was even able to catch some much needed sleep.

At this point my heart was going out to these two. They were so tired. I would watch Curtis wipe the wet washcloth across her face while he nodded off… standing up. Daddy was so tired and it was so hard for him to see her having such a rough time.

She slowly progressed and at about 2pm she was at a 9!!! The plan was to let her labor down so we could minimize the pushing. Good plan. In theory. After 3 hours of laboring down they finally decided to just try the pushing. We used all the positions we could with the epidural and babies heart rate not responding in the most ideal of ways. Baby was slowly moving down but just couldn’t seem to get the head out. After 3 hours of active pushing doctor came in to talk to mama. I was certain that he would say, “this is it. C-section.” But, as with every other aspect of this birth- I was wrong. (J ) He said they would try vacuum extraction and if that didn’t work there wasn’t a whole lot more in the way of options. So with tears in her eyes, mama nodded yes. She was so tired. I mean you could have pushed her over with a single fingertip and she would have fallen asleep for 2 days kind of tired. Long past exhausted. She was done. They were getting everything set up and the anesthesiologist that we’d see quite frequently came in to inform the doctor that there weren’t any other anesthetists to do the spinal if we had to go to surgery. She suggested that we wait to try the vacuum for 15 more minutes so that one could become available- in case of an emergency. The doctor briskly told her that he’d been delivering at this hospital FOREVER and if he wanted an anesthesiologist- he’d get one. He said, “She’s waited long enough and I’m not making her wait another 15 minutes.” Color me impressed!

AndI (still beyond done) was getting ready, and since I hadn’t had to pull my ‘take charge doula routine’ throughout the entire labor and was feeling quite slighted, I bent down and looked right in her face and told her we had to do this. Dig deep, its almost over, this is what we’ve worked so hard for etc… She nodded and I knew that if it were up to her baby would come out. Baby just had to cooperate.

Doctor got the vacuum hooked up. NICU people were there and all her amazing nurses throughout the labor, I had my camera ready, daddy gave her a kiss, and we waited for the next contraction.

“Push, push, push, push, push!!!!” “Come on AndI!!!!” “Here she comes!!!” “LOOK DOWN!”

The head came out. Grabbed my camera and took a picture of this…

There’s nothing like the look on mommy’s face when she sees that baby she worked so hard for- for the first time.

She was here. Isabella Ann took her sweet time. Maybe this will be part of her personality someday… always slow to be moved and shaken. Perhaps she’ll be the type that resists change, but is the type of rock that people can depend on because of that.

Being at this birth made me remember why I wanted to be a doula. What an honor to get to be a part of this moment. I am so proud of AndI. She never lost it. Never complained. And never said she couldn’t do it. She did it. J

-Sarah Green

Woven & Spun Clients: August's Birth Story

So, I met Amy & Jim later on in her pregnancy. I loved them right away. Totally excited about natural childbirth, looking to do her second VBAC, and incredibly educated and prepared.
When Amy was 38 weeks it looked like labor may have been starting. I started getting texts in the afternoon and by evening time it sounded like perhaps I should head over to their house. When I got there I could see she was really concentrating on her contractions. They were about 5 minutes apart and she was swaying on the kitchen counter. Her kiddos and mom were there quietly waiting. The kids seemed to sense something was happening and were just watching mom and Jim move around. It was so beautiful to watch Amy and Jim. He just knew what she needed so well, and how she turned to him. They would lock eyes and I could just see the love between them. So cool. Well, contractions seemed to begin to space out, and when Phineas and Ferb begun blasting in the background we decided maybe I should head home and let them get some sleep just in case something happened that night.

The next day they went to see Dr. Fine and found out baby was back breach again. Oy. Fast forward a few weeks and I get a phone call that Dr. Fine feels like the risk of cord prolapse is so high that maybe it would be prudent to break her water at the hospital where baby and mommy could be monitored.

Sunday April 3^rd we met at the hospital at 7:30am. Amy and Jim were joking, and happy with Starbucks in hand ready to have a baby. Around 8am Dr. Fine came in to check Amy where he said this was the lowest baby had ever been, and she was dilated to a 3. Yay!!! So, he broke her water and contractions seemed to start pretty quickly. Dr. wanted her to stay in bed for a bit while the water slowly came out. Contractions seemed to be fairly frequent for about and hour. Around 9:30 Dr. Fine came back in and Amy had commented that she felt like the contractions were beginning to slow back down. Dr. Fine went to check her and immediately we knew there was a hitch. “Baby’s transverse.” The look on Amy’s face said it all. He attempted to turn baby and managed to, but at that point when they did the ultrasound they could see baby’s cord was right next to the cervix. Dr. Fine said there was only a 20% chance that when the membranes ruptured the cord would not prolapse, and that he suggested a Cesarean Section. I looked up at her face and I’m fairly certain I had a few tears slip out while she wasn’t looking. I wanted this so bad for her. But, funnily enough we had just been talking and she had told me that the night before she and Jim had been talking and said that they both agreed that the whole purpose for wanting the birth plan they did was for baby. So, if it became for any other reason they needed to take a step back and reconsider. They discussed it a bit, but in the end felt that they had to agree with the doctor. They would rather have the C-Section in a calm manner to prevent any problem rather than an emergency surgery where baby’s life was in jeopardy. As they prepped the room, signed papers, talked with the doctors- I prayed. Prayed for Amy’s safety, for this little unborn baby girl, for Jim who was about to see his baby born, for Maddie who was in the room and I’m sure a little scared. And for me. That I could let go of the birth plan that made me fall in love with this couple, and that I could support, encourage, and relieve them. I got a chance to pray with Amy right before they took her back- an amazing memory I will never forget.

When baby cried for the first time Maddie, Amy’s mom, and I were standing right outside the door. So sweet.

When they wheeled mama and baby out it was astounding. Baby was swaddled up next to mommy. Both looked great. Alert. And happy. We were able to get her latched on right away. She was making her little sounds and would stop every few minutes to look up at Amy. Giving her a look that said, “We did it, Mom.”

Watching that family in the first few moments was incredible. Those parent tried everything under the sun to get baby to come out the way they wanted. But, she had different plans. (Third born- I’m telling you!!) The business of a post-op room surrounded them but all Jim and Amy saw was their beautiful baby August. Welcome to the world little one, and thanks for letting me be a part of your dramatic entrance.

Sarah Green