Giving birth, all women become
There will be blood.
There may be tears.
There will be fear, and also wonder.
This particular woman sweats
trembles, grunts, vomits.
I offer a cool cloth for her forehead
best if dipped in a bowl of ice water
so cold my fingers ache.
I offer a shoulder where she can bury her head
a place where she can rest her weary body
for a moment before labor claims her again
before she must go on.
She cannot go on.
I travel beside her.
I cannot take away her fear or eliminate her pain.
But I see her.
I hear her.
you are beautiful.
My “day” job
I began working as a birth doula in 2003. Since then, have accompanied nearly 200 women on their journeys to becoming mothers. At first, the awe I felt at witnessing life come into the world was all-consuming. “Wow,” I’d say to myself, surprised every time, “There’s a baby!” Now my focus has shifted to the women.
Babies are cute, but women are where the true beauty resides.
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