I’ve been saving this post for a few months now, but I have some big news.
I’m training to be a doula.
I’ve been attending Bradley classes, I’ve learned how to encapsulate a placenta, and I have spent a lot of time researching how to be the best labor support I can possibly be. I’m thrilled. I have two births to attend in January(ish) and hopefully some more will fall into place in the coming months.
My reasons for becoming a doula mostly involve my desire to heal from my own birth experience as well as a desire to help advocate for mothers during their own birth experiences. I am excited about offering assistance and labor support, but advocating feels like my true passion and the reason I feel called to this.
I don’t want a mom to feel like a doctor’s “recommendation” has to be her decision. Because in the end, it is the mom who makes the decision. Nobody else. The doctor will go on about his routine tomorrow, but this woman will carry the weight of her decisions forever. The perinatologist who convinced me that a c section was the best option for me as a woman has no idea who I am, but I have a scar above my pubic bone that I will always have. If I had had a doula by my side reminding me that I had other options, I don’t think my birth story would have been the same at all.
I want moms to have the birth (or as close to it as possible) that they want. I want them to labor well and lean on me and I want to support them as they work hard to bring a new life earth side. I want to be counter pressure on their sacral vertebrae and sips of cucumber water when they are exhausted. I want to moan with them during those multi-peak transition contractions and let them know that I am by their side while they make this journey.
I am excited to share my knowledge and to learn more as I head down this path. I want to help new moms learn to breastfeed their babies and to be successful at it. I can’t wait to help a mom put her squishy new baby in a ring sling so that she can go about her daily life with the perfect bundle right on her chest.
I will be good at this. I will put my love for mothering and birth to a great use while helping heal my own scars. It’s the perfect match.
I’ll be a doula in boots.