How My Business Got Its Name

How I Became Comforts of Home Midwifery

Let’s face it.  I stink at naming.  When I was 8, I won a stuffed rabbit in a drawing at a Hallmark stationary store.  Years later when his fur had rubbed off from being loved so much, his name was still only Bunny.  6 years later, my sister’s cat had kittens.  I was allowed to …