I'm just the Doula, but.....

This week I have connected with some of my first doula families and discovered such a deeper element to a job that I already adore. 

It has been absolutely incredible to watch each of them grow in confidence as they become parents to this new, precious soul. 

That being said, I also like seeing them struggle, just a bit. Not because I want them to suffer, but because I believe growth happens in the struggle. 

I'm their doula, not their doctor, so I want to hear about the little things and the day to day emotional rollercoaster that all families ride together.

I love the stories of meeting grandma for the first time and having a giant diaper blowout. 

I love the stories of her first bath where she peed all over dad. 

​I love the stories of how she won't sleep unless you bounce her, sing her my favorite Bob Marley song then nurse her to sleep. 


I love the raw stories of sleep deprivation, tears of joy and exhaustion, and frustration over how much life has changed. 


I love the stories of tender moments after a startle. 


I love the the opportunity a new life provides for a family to reconsider their priorities. 


And I love the question "Am I doing this right?" 


​In a world of mom shaming and Pinterest perfect parents, its refreshing to have a candid insight into family life because although it is not always pretty, it is a pretty amazing ride. 

I love the struggle, and I love being there to support families and to say, "Yes! You are doing the right thing for you and your baby!"

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