World Doula Week has begun

World Doula Week has begun, and I’ve been a very busy Doula.
I have:
– Helped two moms with their special deliveries
– Had an article in the newspaper
– Attended local Mom’s groups to promote Doulas
– Volunteered at the Olds Location for Central Alberta Pregnancy Care Center
– Helped Organized more Q&A’s events in Olds, and one in Red Deer.

It’s been a really good month here for me even if the weather has been sub-par. I really wish the sun would melt all the snow. I feel like I’ve accomplished much and am blazing the right trail this time in my life. I hope it continues, And Happy World Doula Week to you from Me.

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Here…. Catch This!!

I’d like to say life is like a walk in the park… strolling along, people coming and going, things to see and do…

But I think a better analogy is…. Life is like a game of Dodgeball.

Like it’s saying….. Here see if you can catch THIS!!!!

Some balls are big, some balls are small, some of them you can see coming and dodge them all together.

Some balls come out of nowhere and knock you down, till a friend can help you get back into the game.

Some balls you can catch. The small ones you whip back as soon as you catch them. The bigger ones you need to have a better plan to catch them and then you have to take the time to deal with where to send them.  I’m just glad they are balls and not wrenches…. but then like the line from the movie…..”If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball”   so….. I don’t know….hmmmm   🙂

When I look around at my friends and family who have dealt with loss, sickness, hurt, and other challenges, I feel like my game of Dodgeball is very very mild, but it’s also my game for me to deal with as is everyone else game. We all have our own challenges.

Yes life is tough some days and it doesn’t always go the way you plan. There have been days when life is like a walk in the park, but then it seems one of my children brings me back into the game of Dodgeball,  to keep me lean and limber (HA I wish.lol) More like to remind me to be humble and that life takes hard work.

I do think it’s time for a little Timeout though, a holiday away to rejuvenate sore bodies, and I’m not going to be ashamed if all we do is sleep for two full days and not get up till noon. Dodgeball is tiring…

Important Stuff

After a busy day , last night,  this came to me. Enjoy : )

I wake up feeling overwhelmed

In my mind so many things I want to do and things that need to be done.

My mind is full

Not sure where to start

What is important

And what can wait.

Sorting, Washing, cleaning, bills, sewing, cooking, Preparing

Can’t there be more time in the day??

Then a small voice breaks my thoughts

“Mommy can you make my hair pretty too?”

Oh right, THAT’S what is important

“Sure sweetheart, what do you want me to do?”

Play, read, color, dance, giggle

Go back to bed, still overwhelmed

But glad the important stuff didn’t wait

The rest will get done another day

For today was my reminder of what’s truly important

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

World Doula Week March 22 -28th

I am excited to be part of this.

I am excited that my life has lead me down this path.

I am excited to be helping women in their own birth journeys,

And this week I’m going to celebrate!

I know this blog is more for personal writing then business, but this week I’m going to use this blog to celebrate my role as a Doula. I want to help educate, inform and get the word out about what Doulas do, and the benefits of having a Doula no matter what type of birth you have.

So what is a Doula?

n –DOULA: A women experienced in childbirth who supports the Mother and Her Partner both physically & emotionally before, during and after childbirth.
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A Doula does not replace a Doctor or Midwife, we do not perform medical  or clinical tasks, rather we work with the medical community and help the parents make their wishes known, protecting their space to have the best birth possible.
A Doula is about support. They are about education and information. They have knowledge and experience and want to help guide you to have the birth you want. I’m going to repeat that again….. THE BIRTH YOU WANT! It’s not about me, it’s about the parents and their baby and their birth experience. A good Doula can support all births and birth choices, but a good Doula also helps educate about those choices, so parents can make informed decisions. Recently I read a book that explained it like this: “A Doula is like the sherpa that guides people up Mt. Everest. You clearly walk to the top on your own two feet, but it sure is nice to have a guide that knows the trail, the tricks and can support your endeavor.” Experienced Doula – Cassaundra Jah
 And this is my goal as a Doula to help guide and to support ALL women, in ALL types of labour. Period!
I hope you will enjoy celebrating World Doula Week with me. I have met with three clients these past few weeks and am so happy to be working in my passion. The joy I get talking to these families and knowing they have asked me to be a part of something so special. It truly is an Honour, a Blessing and a privilege.

It’s Starting.

Well at the end of this Sunday, I feel pretty good. I feel like this week was much more productive then they have been in a long time. Although my goal of getting up early everyday didn’t always happen, I managed to find a few minutes each day to accomplish a small project that I wanted to do. I’ve discovered this is very important to my emotional and mental health. I am a lists person, and when I can’t seem to get anything done on my lists, then I start to stress out. And a stressed out mom makes for a very grumpy house. And this house has been quite grumpy as of late. So I’ve started to change that, and it’s going to get better.

Each day as I give myself a few minutes to do a task or project, I feel more productive, and these tasks are not just household things, they are projects that I have been thinking of for a long time. Things like sorting family photos, working on my Doula Certification, reading a book, sewing projects, exercising and the such. They are things that engage my creativity and for me heal my soul per-say. They make me feel rejuvenated and give me energy to be the Mom and Wife I want to be. It makes me feel like I can accomplish what I set my mind to, and not just do the things necessary to get my family through the day. In a sense they remind me that I am a person with hobbies, passions and goals.

Recently I felt a little like I had lost myself, that I only had one role and was beginning to feel trapped in that role. Don’t get me wrong, being a mom is the greatest thing I’ve ever done, but with it’s challenges and not outlet for myself, I was beginning to feel sad. Then I remembered I do have things I love to do, but somehow I need to find the time to do thoses things again. If I just have a few minutes each day, I could maybe get some satisfaction knowing that I have something that is for me. And so I did just that, a few minutes each day.

What developed in the course of the week is I found myself spending more and more time working on my Certification. Research, websites, pictures, reading, all to do with my DONA Doula Certification. This passion is growing in me, and it’s starting to surface more and more. I think it about it more often, catch my self getting caught up in a blog about someones birth story, joining groups, following blogs and magazines and making contacts with people.

I knew 8 years ago after the birth of my daughter, that a spark had been lit, but I didn’t know that I would feel this passionate about birth choices, birth coaching, women’s rights and being an advocate for empowering birth experiences. I want to learn more, read more, grow my library of resources, and ultimately figure out how to someday reach my goal of becoming a Midwife. It’s a dream that is growing and one that both me and my husband are excited about.

So maybe with a little time each day, I can build a foundation for my dream, re-awaken some hobbies, get back in shape, and feel more satisfaction. I think everyone in my house will benefit from that.

Oh and if you know anyone in my area who is interested in a Doula, please let me know!

My Turn

I’m not writing this post to invoke sympathy from friends or family, or to pour out my woes and feel sorry for myself, but as an observation to how life plays out.  Those sayings about what you put out  there comes back to you and karma and such, I think there is some truth in them. I have tried to live my life with those thoughts in mind. Treat others the way you wish to be treated, trying not to burn bridges, don’t judge someone unless you’ve “walked a mile” in their shoes, remember there are always two sides to every story etc, etc and so on. And I think I have done an okay job, I am not perfect, but I always try to make an effort.

Well tonight, yet again, I am sitting at home alone, listening to my girls (who are suppose to be sleeping) arguing about what book to read next and to my very tired baby “complain” about being put in his bed so I can get a few minutes for me.  Now neither of these things are terrible, reading in bed is okay really, and it’s not like Conner is screaming his head off, but after another day by myself  looking after the kids, these noises sound like nails on a chalkboard.  Today again I am a Harvest widow. My husband has been out in the field all day and just informed me that he’ll eat his supper when he’s done, so I don’t need to bring him anything. Yesterday after supper I took all the kids for a quick drive to see him, just to get out of the house and have a break. I know my fellow moms would understand when I say at the end of the day it can be hard not to snap when one of your kids calls…. Mommy! By 8pm that word sends shivers down my spine sometimes, and I have to remind myself, “it’s just because I’m tired and it’s been a long day. I really do love that word” : ) My friend told me once there was a FB post about how bedtime should be at the beginning of day when mommy’s patience hasn’t been used up yet. How true is that hey? I am capable of handling it though. I’ve proven that to myself in the last four months, but it’s certainly nice to have some help. I’ve got tonnes of support that I can call on anytime I need too, so it’s really not as bad as it may seem here. PS the house if quiet now. All three kids sleeping like angels.

So I bet your wondering where this is going. Well it seems like ever since we had our baby boy in the spring,  I have been running this show alone. I know that’s not how it is, but with Dean in the field from morning till after dark and a new baby and two other kids, it gets overwhelming sometimes. It’s better now that Conner is older, he’s still demanding, but before I know it he’ll be running around too. In my husband’s defense, it’s just the timing of everything. Spring, and Fall are a farmers bread and butter. For as long as I’ve known him this is  how its always been, the daily schedule at harvest, but I haven’t been home full time till now to notice how much I miss him when he’s gone all day and then all evening. It’s hard doing the parenting thing all by myself, and then I realize…….. huh this must be how HE felt.

You see when we were first married, I had a business and I had started dancing very regularly. Then we had a baby and I continued to run the flower shop, pursue my dance passion, be a mom and wife. Since dean farmed and he was busy at parts of the year, we naturally fell into the stay-at-home dad routine. And it worked, it really did, he loved his little girl, we managed alright, but I was gone a lot. Eventually I would sell the store and work a bit less, but by then I was part of a professional dance troupe and had started teaching classes. Then Caitlin came along and I worked part time after she was born. I was fortunate to bring her to work with me, and  I still danced in the evening, often leaving Dean with one or more kids. I don’t ever remember him complaining once all those years, he never protested, he always just helped make it work. What an amazing man! Well I realized last summer, that it just wasn’t working for us anymore. Caitlin cried when I went to work and I was so tired that driving to dance and teaching was exhausting. It was time to start subtracting. It was MY TURN to be the stay-at-home parent.  I knew I made the right choice when we had an incredible summer and then God confirmed that I was right where I should be when we found out we were expecting again.  So after all those years of me being the one who worked all day and then having evening commitments, it flipped around, and now it’s my turn to take over the role my husband did so well for many years.

And even if I feel like complaining, I will try not to, he never did and I will just remind myself, that now it’s my turn. Karma’s a bitch right? , but in this case I’m actually thankful cause she kicked me right to where I should be, and probably where I should’ve been a long time ago.  When the kids are older, there will be time again for me to dance and work (if i want), but right now they need me here, Dean needs me here, I need me here. I’ll be thankful also that I am part of a family fortunate enough to be a stay-at-home mom. For I know there are others who do not have that luxury.