Olds Albertan – Article How Do You Doula. By Joesph Ho

Olds Albertan – Article How Do You Doula. By Joesph Ho

This is an exciting and wonderful thing I am sharing with you today. I was lucky enough to be featured in our local paper in an article about Doulas.  I feel very blessed and honoured to do what I do, and am even luckier to be featured in this article. It is a great passion that I share with birthing moms, and I’m excited to  continue my journey as a Birth Doula. Please enjoy and share with your friends. Every pregnant Mom and Dad deserve a Doula if they want one.

And remember Doulas don’t replace the support of your partner, but rather work with them as a team to help them support you better, enhancing their support and taking some of the stress off their shoulders. My Dad clients are one of my biggest advocates for Doula support. : )

Thank you for your support and I look forward to celebrating World Doula Week with everyone.

Cheers.

Click on the link at the top of this post. 🙂

Big Thank you Hug.

I just want to take a moment to thank you for joining me this past week as I celebrated World Doula Week on my Blog. I hope you enjoyed my posts this week and I want to thank you for your support of my new role and my journey to being a Super-Doula. LOL. Sorry for the pun. I am just excited to be a Birth Doula and will continue to search for ways to make my services better and personalized. The joy that comes from seeing a mom and dad become parents for the first time is truly beautiful.

I am fortunate enough to have more then a few births coming up in the next few months, and I can’t wait to stand by each of them and offer words of support and encouragement or to simply hold their hand, no matter what time of day it is. Being a Doula isn’t a job for me, it’s a gift I’ve been given that I want to share. Every birth I attend is a privilege and I am humbled and honored to be a part of it.

I want to say a big thank you to my past clients and to my future clients, but there is one person who deserves the biggest thank you hug more then anyone else, for without him, I could not do any of this. As I write, I am brought to tears….. You see I have the most amazing husband, and with out HIS support, I could not do this at all. Thank you Dean for your loving care, your hours of childcare, your ears that are tired of hearing about all things baby, and still sending me out the door saying “don’t worry just go, Good luck and have fun. ”  Even though this journey for me is just beginning I feel his support stronger then any other, like we are on the same page and I truly don’t have to worry. This is where I am meant to be and he knows it to. Thank you so much! I love you Dean.

PS…. Dean you were my Doula, my support and my rock at each of my Births. Without you by my side I would not have been able to do it. You gave me strength and you believed in me. Every women should be so lucky.

XOXO

Birthworkers…. A poem to share.

World Doula Week is almost over, but the learning will not stop. I was fortunate to come across this beautiful poem and asked the author if I could share it. She was happy to share it with me, and now I am happy to share it with you. You can check her page out…

http://www.facebook.com/induetimedoula

Birthworkers Poem

For all the birthworkers – doulas, midwives, obstetricians, family doctors, and nurses….Written by Nicole Morales With thanks to Oriah Mountain Dreamer for inspiration

 It doesn’t interest me how many textbooks you’ve read or conferences you’ve attended, I want to know what you are thinking after a birth when you’re laying awake in bed at night.

 It doesn’t matter what your background is or how many births you’ve gone to, I want to know the place in your heart and soul that comes alive when you enter a birthing space.

 It doesn’t interest me what your protocols are or aren’t, I want to know where you feel it in your body when a woman feels triumphant.

 Then there is the moment you put your hands on the mother’s belly, I want to know what words you whisper to the baby tucked in that belly

 I want to know what you know by the sound of a moaning mother in labor. I want to hear how you are truly connected with your heart and soul to the birthing family. I want to know what you feel when you see the baby’s head begin to crown.

 I want to know if in the dark of night, how you raise your tired bones and weary spirit and move on to the next birth.

 I want to know what your rituals for healing are be it of storytelling, daydreaming, or praying.

 I want to know if you are willing to give up your judges and ideals of a perfect birth and surrender to your heart and belly to supporting your mothers, fathers and families however they need to be supported.

I think I will read this each time before I go to a birth with a client. I think it will help put me in a really great frame of mind, open my heart and help me help my clients better. Thank you for letting me share your beautiful Poem.

Imprinting

“All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings to a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was…….. disconnected from me in that second – snip, snip, snip – and floated up into space.

I was not left drifting. A new string held me where I was.

Not one string, but a million. Not strings, but steel cables. A million steel cables all tying me to one thing – to the very center of the universe.

I could see that now – how the universe swirled around this one point. I’d never seen the symmetry of the universe before, but now it was plain.

The gravity of the earth no longer tied me to the place where I stood.

It was the baby girl……………….”

Stephanie Meyer – Breaking Dawn

Eight years ago today, my life changed forever. An event occurred that would affect every thought, every decision, and every choice I made. It changed how I saw myself, my husband, my parents and even my friends. It changed the way I LOVED.  As I look back over the last eight years I realize that that there is nothing on this world like the love of a mother. Eight years ago today I looked into the beautiful blue eyes of my first born baby girl and the role of Mom was bestowed on me.  Never again would my world be the same, for I was a Mother now.

There are many sayings and quotes out there that show a Mom’s love. A favorite of mine is “No one else will know the strength of my love for you. After all, you’re the only one who knows what my heart sounds like from the inside.” Beautiful. But as I lie awake in bed this morning remembering the day of Deanna’s birth like it was yesterday, I thought, hey there is someone I know who has described what happens to a Mom when she looks into the eyes of her newborn baby, and for all you Twilight fans, you know what I mean when I say Imprinting!

Now correct me if I’m wrong, but as I read the passage from Stephanie Meyer’s book this morning, I did not think of the first time I saw my future husband or even the first time he told me he loved me, granted those are significant events, but I thought of each of my children when I held them for the first time. They changed my universe. They changed what mattered in life, they helped me see the big picture better. As a Parent one thing seems to matter above all else, seeing your children truly happy. To have them safe and healthy and for them to know they are loved. The similarities to what Stephanine Meyer called Imprinting in her series seems familiar now. I understand where the idea came from, for she is a mom too. She understands the special love a parent has when they see their child for the first time. This is something only a parent can understand. A beautiful, Innocent, Powerful, Life changing love.

I think I appreciate my own parents more now that I am a Mom. Now I know where the care and concern comes from, and how they love each of us. I understand their hopes and dreams for us and why they are so happy when we are happy.  I see how they made sacrifices for us, and worked hard for us, and taught us important lessons that would benefit our adult lives. Now I want to do the same for my children, to share with them and teach them the things in life that will bring them happiness. Not money or wealth, but things like honesty, respect and loyalty. That’s the kind of Mom I want to be.  When I was a teenager, I never dreamed that the role of a Mom would mean these things. It’s so  much more then just having a baby of your own to look after hey? The role of Mom means you think about yourself less and catch yourself thinking about your children and their future more than anything else.  Each decision you make now not only effects you, but it effects them as well. It truly is a huge responsibility.

I definitely “Imprinted” on each of my children when I saw them the first time, when the title of Mom was given to me, but I think it takes time to actually become a Mom. It is something that you constantly work at. Eight years ago I was given that title, but it’s only in the last few years that I finally feel like I’ve started to become the Mom I want to be. Don’t get me wrong, I have always loved my children and understood what truly mattered, but it has only been recently that I really took that role and quote “Jumped in with both feet”. Now I look at my own sacrifices differently. I see things in a different light and I really appreciate my time with my children more then I every have. I truly want to share in their joy and fun, and teach them those life lessons. It may have taken me almost 5 years to start figuring all this out, but I am glad I’m not 5 years too late.

Today I remember Deanna’s birth with pride and joy. She is a beautiful, smart and wonderful child. I am so glad she was the child that made me a Mom. I am glad that I am becoming the Mom I want to be while she is still young. I am so happy and proud of my little girl, the girl who changed my life, the very center of the universe. Happy 8th Birthday to my first born. I love you, Dad loves you and we pray for your happiness today and always.  May you always remember we are here for you, our hearts belong to you, for you have made an “imprint” on them that will last an eternity. Smile, Laugh, Love. Have a wonderful day Bunny. You are our sweetheart.

Love Mom. Love Dad.

 

Crafting and Relaxing

And credit to my Dad for cutting the wood bases for them.

Finally a chance to sit down and blog. The kids are watching Aladdin on our brand new 50″ TV, that my husband got last night, after almost three weeks without a TV. Realistically, I was so busy I didn’t even miss it. I think I would have been alright without a TV for a bit, but my poor hubby missed more then one Football game, and so when the Black Friday Flyers came last night, he jumped into action. So now we have a bigger, better plasma TV. As my mom said ” I’d better pretend that that means something and I’m impressed right?” or something like that… lol.  Yes it looks great on our wall, and I know the kids are happy to be able to watch Treehouse again.  So while Conner naps and I have my tea, I’d like to share the highlight of my week and relax a bit.

This week I fell quickly and comfortably into an old role of mine. A few weeks ago my Dad asked me if I would help with a Christmas party he was involved in  organizing. He asked if I could  make centerpieces for the tables. You see, I worked in the floral industry for close to ten years and during those years I discovered I have a natural talent for designing and crafting. Also that I really enjoyed creating beautiful floral art with my hands. If I have the right supplies, my instincts take over and something inspires me to create beautiful pieces.  Well I think they are beautiful, and others tell me they are, so I hope they are not just being nice.  I once created a beautiful horse shoe wreath for someones funeral, and custom designed other funeral pieces with bibles, saddles, gardening gloves and other personal items. My most amazing memory of designing, was rescuing a bride after they  picked up their flowers from another florist and she was distraught. In 45mins, I re-designed her bouquet and the four bridesmaids bouquets,  managed to get before and after pictures too, all the while supervising Deanna who used to come to work with me. BOO-YAH! Top that! And they LOVED them.  But I digress, back to the centerpieces. I was excited to help out with this project. So I quickly went on Pintrest and after a few very inspiring pictures, came up with a  design.

My Mom and I did a shopping trip to Red Deer, and when I got back from my holiday, I went to work putting them together. My mom helped me one afternoon, and it was nice to share the project with her. We got in some Mother- Daughter time while we worked.  I was really impressed how  quick and simple they were to put together and how cost effective too.  My kids thought is was neat that Mom was making crafts. They were too little to remember the hours, and hours they spent as babies and toddlers helping me at the flower shop. I got to do crafts there everyday! And without the stress of business, I find that designing really is relaxing.  It is very satisfying to make something beautiful with your hands, to see an idea in your mind come together and look  good. I am really glad my Dad asked me to do these, and I hope that the guests at the Party tonight enjoy them! We made a total of 26 Centerpieces!

Now back to runny noses and a mountain of Laundry, till the next time my floral skills are needed, and I get to play with pretty things. Maybe sometime in the next month I’ll be able to sit down at my sewing machine again and fit in some Christmas crafts. It tis the season.  Enjoy your weekend everyone.

Miracle of Life

This past weekend I stepped into a role that I never dreamed I would do, and I have never felt more honored in my life. This weekend for the first time, as a Doula, I shared in the incredible miracle of life and witnessed two beautiful babies come into this world. There is nothing more amazing than seeing the strength and courage of a women as she goes through the sacrifices and challenges of birth to bring her baby to this world.  I’ve seen some really wonderful things in my life, but there truly is nothing more beautiful then watching a laboring women sleep and rest in-between her contractions. There is peace on her face that I have never seen before. I felt so extremely honored to share in such a personal and sacred moment.

If there was any doubt in my mind before about being a Doula, it has been completely blasted away. My goal as a Doula is to help empower women in their birth experience. To help them trust themselves and find their confidence. I believe I did some of that this weekend, but more than that, each time I felt like I was protector of the memory of childbirth. I was the keeper of the journey for each mother and father as they became parents, and I could help them remember and understand their own birth experience later.

I worked hard to be who and what each of those families needed, to see the need and then fill it no matter how big or small it was. I was able to provide some comfort as they went through their labors, and yes I cried with joy when I saw those babies for the first time.  My heart was overjoyed as I witness a family being born for the first time and I was humbled when I was able to hold each of those precious babies. I am so thankful to those families who let me be a part of the birth of their children and  I am looking forward to seeing them again as a family.

When I got home last night, I thanked my husband for his constant support, I cuddled my own little baby whom I just birthed myself a short time ago, and I kissed each of my girls goodnight. It truly is a miracle that we can give life to another, that we can create such a beautiful thing and find the courage to raise a child.  I think about my own birth experience and I know that no matter what, my kids were worth everything and much much more.  My heart grew bigger with love for each of my children, and now I get to witness the same thing in others.  I feel very encouraged after this weekend that this is where I am meant to be, that if its meant to be it will work out and that God still has big plans for me. This could be the beginning of a truly beautiful thing.