A baby comes fresh and new into its parents’ arms – often tentatively held in those arms because mother and father have also just been born. Fifty babies born; fifty women born as mothers; fifty men born as fathers – this work gives me the rare privilege of walking with people as they journey into one of the most profound experiences a human touches on during their lifetime. To have stood in this space fifty times humbles me beyond words; I stand in awe of the many miraculous moments I have witnessed as birth unfolds.
Regardless of where or how the birth occurs, each one holds a rare and precious moment. A dad wiping a single tear from his eye; a nurse whispering in mom’s ear, “…take a long deep breath, you can do this…”; a soon-to-be grandmother squeezing her daughter’s hand; a midwife holding mom’s teary face in her two hands, telling her, “This is so much harder than you thought it would be…and here you are, doing it.” Moments crystallized to form a composite in my mind – an image of birth as so much more than the physical reality of a baby moving through its mother’s body to be born.
Life continually births itself. Each of these precious moments created an opening – a place for the psyche to expand into the more, the next experience that is calling. Six years ago I was born as a doula. Now, 50 births later, I hear number 51 calling…after the champagne, of course!