Birth has not been a life long passion. I did not choose this path because of my personal birth experience. I gave birth at age 19, in complete ignorance, without knowledge of choices. I assumed that it was my doctor's job to know what was best for me and my baby. I had a small baby and a fast labor and by default had an unmedicated, unmediated birth. As a result, I took away no more knowledge or interest than I went in with. Years later, my first grandson was born. My daughter gave birth at age 19, in complete ignorance, without knowledge of choices. I assumed that it was her doctor's job to know what was best for her and her baby. Her birth was scheduled to avoid a Christmas birthday. She received an epidural at 3 centimeters. She felt little to no pain; she felt little of anything. My daughter did not bond with my grandson. I thought she just wasn't the mothering type. I didn't know that the instinct to nurture was part of the process. She had postpartum depression. I didn't know that it could be corrected. Years later, I met a woman at a holiday party who told me she was a doula. I had never heard the word. I was so intrigued by her brief description that I went home and read everything I could find on the internet. I read about birth for the first time, learned about the amazing intricate process and all the changes that take place as the result, and about what can be lost when we interfere. I was stunned at my ignorance. I attended the first available Doula training workshop and have never stopped learning. Now with approximately 50 births behind me, I still learn something new at every birth and wonder at how different and amazing every single birth is.
I have the most amazing job. I witness new life emerging, respect blooming and love growing. Deep personal growth and hero worship are the view from my seat. I am an invited guest to the most beautiful and intimate moments of life. My life is rich and beautiful. I am Humbled.