“A Doula For Every Women Who Wants One”
Something that I’m excited about tonight: I’ve been meeting some new postpartum doulas to network with. There are only a few things worse in life for me then to have to tell a family in need “I’m sorry, I am unavailable to offer support…” and them tell me there is no one else…
I feel so blessed to live in a birthing community where we all know each other and can freely refer back and forth… I remember a couple of years ago I was the only one pursuing certification as a postpartum doula. Now our little group is growing.... Such a relief...
Happiest Baby Update:
I am now offering Happiest Baby education along with my postpartum doula support. The response from parents has been so very positive… :)
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Birth....Simple?
Birth…
It just swoops down and meets us where we are at in life....
Some of us are ready for it. We are ready to wear the “My Body Rocks!” tee shirt.
Some of us dread it. The fear of the unknown is just too overwhelming and we need to gain back some sense of control.
And, some of us want a child, but do not want to give birth…
Fortunately, we live in a birthing culture that offers choices. The choice to wear the tee shirt, or to give ourselves over to the medical community. Most, I would say, fall somewhere in between.
I think of my ladies in Rwanda, who travel miles to have the safest birth possible. For them that means giving their control over to the medical doctors, because they feel the risk of doing this on their own is just to great. Their goal is to have their babies in their arms as safely as possible.
Others have a goal of listening and respecting their bodies to do what they were designed to do. They surround themselves with like-minded souls for support and guidance and are in the comfort of their own home. And, most importantly, there is the reassurance that if something unfortunate happens, they have a hospital just a drive away…
That is the difference between the two worlds… I would imagine that if there was a local midwife or hospital my Rwandan sisters would follow their instincts and labor as naturally as possible. They just do not have that choice...
It just swoops down and meets us where we are at in life....
Some of us are ready for it. We are ready to wear the “My Body Rocks!” tee shirt.
Some of us dread it. The fear of the unknown is just too overwhelming and we need to gain back some sense of control.
And, some of us want a child, but do not want to give birth…
Fortunately, we live in a birthing culture that offers choices. The choice to wear the tee shirt, or to give ourselves over to the medical community. Most, I would say, fall somewhere in between.
I think of my ladies in Rwanda, who travel miles to have the safest birth possible. For them that means giving their control over to the medical doctors, because they feel the risk of doing this on their own is just to great. Their goal is to have their babies in their arms as safely as possible.
Others have a goal of listening and respecting their bodies to do what they were designed to do. They surround themselves with like-minded souls for support and guidance and are in the comfort of their own home. And, most importantly, there is the reassurance that if something unfortunate happens, they have a hospital just a drive away…
That is the difference between the two worlds… I would imagine that if there was a local midwife or hospital my Rwandan sisters would follow their instincts and labor as naturally as possible. They just do not have that choice...
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