2012 didn’t turn out the way I thought it would for doula-ing. It all started in October, with my first birth I with my intern and I missed it. The midwife only got there 10 minutes before the baby was born. Then 2 weeks later another birth I was supposed to attend was missed because she had her baby on the side of the road on the way to the hospital. The third ended up being an emergency c section. The forth, I was there for, but barely. She was a first time momma, labored all through the night and by the time she called the midwife she was already 9cm.
So, with this new year, I knew my first 4 births had to be a fluke and that I would actually get to be at a birth. I would get to help a momma during her labor.
In the wee early morning hours of January 9th, I got called to the hospital. Me, my mentor [Candace], this momma and her husband worked through her unmedicated labor and I watched in awe as her body changed and she talked to her baby-her tiny partner-throughout the process. I hope I will never loose sight of the beauty of labor and birth. But honestly, I don’t know how I could. Her labor and birth were picture perfect and I can’t even tell you how much I learned. Watching the baby emerge from her body and the shouts of pain that were intermingled with laughter and cries of joy still give me goosebumps.
As I left the hospital, the air was freezing and the sun was just coming up, casting a glow low on the horizon. My smile was huge and as I said goodbye to Candace it still seemed so surreal. I laughed as I got into my car , just so grateful for the experience, for this families trust, for Candace, for a lot of things.
I seriously have the very best job in the whole wide world. And being there is such an honor, I don’t think I’ll ever ever take that for granted.