Journal Entry, 2013
Dear Diary, (Appropriate changes have been made for privacy)
Wow, diary, what a day this was. I can’t figure out if what I saw today was a representation of enormous strength or a pathetic display of weakness. The truth is, it’s not my place to decide. My role as a doula is to support the mom. What she wants is what I want for her…
As Jennifer’s labor progressed, nothing seemed unusual. She was a healthy 20-year-old woman preparing to give birth to a healthy baby boy.
What you don’t know is that our services were not paid for by Jennifer. Instead, we were hired by Kevin and Leann, the soon to be adoptive parents of that baby boy. Leann agreed to pay for a doula if Jennifer would agree to try to avoid using medication for pain management during the birth. It was a deal and there I found myself.
I must say that often times when I’m with a woman during her birth, I find myself wondering why the universe put the two of us together and this day was no different. Throughout my life, I have learned that nothing happens without a reason. Everything we do, we either learn from, grow from or succeed at, but I left today feeling all three.
When that little boys’ strong, healthy body wriggled out of his mother, Jennifer turned her face towards me and her eyes spilled tears of heart ache down her face. Although my head didn’t know if it were true, my eyes...Read more