I often get the question of why I became a Doula, which quickly leads into the questions of hows, and whys, and what ifs, and then my favorite one at births that often comes from the moms while they are laboring- “How do you have the stamina for this kind of work?”.
Well to be honest, becoming a Doula was a compromise for my husband and I. I was ready to jump right into Midwifery training, but the time and financial commitments sounded very overwhelming to him. So I agreed to go for a middle ground.
The first birth I ever experienced was the birth of my little brother. I was 13 when my mom got pregnant with my brother and up to that point I was an only child that begged for a sibling on a weekly (and sometimes daily) basis. I was right by my moms side for EVERYTHING during that pregnancy. She hired a home birth midwife so I was there for all of her appointments, ultrasounds… everything. I felt like I was waiting for Christmas day EVERY DAY FOR 9 MONTHS!
Unfortunately, my mom was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes and had to transfer care to a Doctor. at 37 weeks, things got serious and the Doc decided to induce. I was sitting in Choir when the note came from the front office that I needed to leave school because it was time for the baby. I was so happy I cried. All my Choir friends were excited too and there was lots of jumping up and down and screaming. Long story short, my mom’s induction ended up being a 56 hour event that I stood and slept by her bedside for every minute until she was wisked away for an emergency cesarean.
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