Birth. Few things in life are as impacting and life-altering as giving birth. It changes you. With Elle I had such a great birth that I felt like I was on a high for days on end (check out part 1 and part 2 of my birth stories if you want more details). Every time I would think about giving birth to her (which was A LOT), my heart would swell with joy and gratitude. In fact, I remember telling Allen several times that I never wanted to stop having babies! That’s just how good I felt.
And wouldn’t it be great to help other women feel that wonderful too? It’s my dream to help other women have good birth experiences…to look back and be able to say “Man, that was a wonderful birth.”
I briefly considered going back school to become a midwife…emphasis on briefly because that’s so not happening.
Let me explain. I have a HUGE fear of bodily fluids. I’ve always been a germaphobe, but in college, that germaphobia reached a whole new level. My sophomore year, I was a resident advisor, which was awesome – except for when I had to clean up bodily fluids. Generally, it was vomit, but sometimes it was urine, blood, and even poop (yes, really).
One night, when I was on duty, a really drunk kid thought it was a wise idea to punch his arm through a mirror, pull it back out (*cringe*), and then parade all the way down to the lobby leaving a large trail of blood behind him. Guess who had to clean it up? This gal. It was nothing short of traumatizing for a germaphobe like me, and since then I literally shudder at the thought of other people’s bodily fluids. So midwifery? Not so much.
But then I thought, how about being a doula? All of the birth, none of the gore right? At least that’s what I thought…until I actually gave birth with a doula (who was just amazing, by the way). She was all up in my birthing yuckness. Have you ever seen what the water looks like in a laboring women’s tub? NOT PRETTY, yet she faithfully poured hot water over my back again and again. And then after I gave birth, she even helped scrub all of that yuck off of me. *shiver*
Now, maybe my doula just went above and beyond her call of duty, but I’ve talked to other doulas and they said that they’ve come in contact with almost every bodily fluid possible. Yea, nope. Not happening.
Oh sure, you wear gloves and scrubs, but that won’t cut it for this girl. I’d have to show up wearing something like this:
And what birthing mom wouldn’t want that by her side?
So there’s my dream…and why I can’t achieve it. Unless there’s a market somewhere for doulas decked out in hazmat gear? If you know of anyone, let me know and I’ll get on my DONA certification asap. Until then, I’ll keep on dreaming about being a doula…at least from a distance. And writing about how wonderful birth is. Because good birth, whatever that means to you, really is wonderful.