Thirteen years ago I was pregnant with my first baby. I was starting to explore my birth options and trying to figure out what I wanted for myself and my baby in birth.
At this time, my sister had 2 home births and my sister-in-law had a birth center birth. So, I knew there were options besides the hospital. I read, I researched, and decided I wanted to have a midwife assisted birth in the hospital…just in case.
Today is about my newest journey that isn’t really so new to me. When Emma was a baby, I started researching my different birth options. I knew I didn’t want another c-section, and realized quickly that the hospital was not going to give me the best chance at a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean). I started reading, studying, questioning, and learning. I knew I wanted to help other Mamas make informed and educated decisions.
At the time, my sister-in-law was doing her doula and child birth educator training and I decided to do it too. This was the summer of 2003 and I was so excited.
When Emma died in August, I put my doula training on the back burner. I didn’t know how long it would be until I got back into it. I stayed in touch with the birth community. I found my first set of great friends in Utah through a birth group. They were passionate about the same thing I was and it felt like home with them.
The years and babies have come and every time I have wanted to get back into my training, it just hasn’t been the right time. Until now.
In October, I was at the Birth Without Fear conference in Austin. One of the vendors was DTI, Doula Trainings International. I walked by their table a dozen times before I finally stopped and talked to them. They had a special for that weekend where 2 prospective doulas could sign up for the training and get it half price. I found another woman who was wanting to do the training, and we signed up together. I took a leap and went for it.
I have been prepping myself since October for this week. First by ordering all my books. Then I got a job at Hobby Lobby to pay for my training. And finally I have been reading, finding some clients for births and postpartum work, and giving myself the mental space to do this great work.
It is finally my time to help other families as they walk their paths to welcoming new babies.
Starting tomorrow I will be going to a training for 5 days. This is here in Austin and is from 9-5. With the help of my wonderful friend (and favorite doula) Sarah, and my sweet Jeremy, I will be able to be gone from my littles for that time. Then I will have 9 months of conference calls, essay writing, attend 3 births, and do postpartum work for 3 families. By next February I will be a certified Birth and Postpartum Doula through Doula Trainings International.
I am so excited to see where this path leads me and can’t wait to bring you all along.
Now to figure out a name for my Doula business…
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