A few weeks ago, we had a snow day and I stopped in to see my former doula/current mama friend and opened up my heart to her. She, probably more joking than not, said “Why don’t you come be a childbirth educator!” You guys, sometimes God picks the oddest of moments to plant a calling on your life.
Hours of Googling ensued, and I’m so excited to register this week for the International Childbirth Educators Association and my childbirth educators course this week! My husband, the wise businessman and negotiator that he is, made only one request before he signed on with my dreams: I had to go observe an actual childbirth class (our budget with our first had only allowed us to get a doula OR take a class, we opted for the doula).
Yesterday I observed my first Childbirth Education class. It was the most beautiful and important thing I have ever been a part of. From the second I stepped foot in the building, I knew I was taking a step in the right direction. The teacher was an incredible woman who was one of the first doulas when doula-ing (totally a word) was just starting out in Seattle. She’s been in childbirth education going on three decades, and has a passion for connecting with people and empowering women. I cannot WAIT to connect with her more as I continue on this path. She’s just one of those people you could talk to forever!
The whole day, I could do nothing but smile! A few times I teared up. It was so precious and beautiful to see the mamas and daddies to be start out so nervous and excited in the morning. It instantly brought me back to when my husband, Dylan, and I were not-so-patiently awaiting the birth of our oldest. We were filled with anticipation, and a little anxiety, just like the future parents who showed up for the class.
Throughout the day, the teacher covered topics from how to prepare for labor, to how to recognize labor, to the stages of labor, to comfort measures, and what to do if things don’t go to plan. The couples got to try out different comfort measures to try and see what might work for them when labor hits.
It was so sweet to see the growing love and confidence between these couples as their hearts were becoming closer and closer. It was also touching to see just how different all mamas are! Some want to be touched, others don’t. Some want to look at their partner’s face, others don’t. Some move, some moan, some want to smell peppermint, some want to laugh. The little differences in the way each mama found her space was one of the most precious things I’ve witnessed.
(Photo Credit: Foothills Midwifery)
I also got the chance to share a little bit of my birth stories, which I’ll share here soon some day. I had two amazing births, and each taught me so much about myself as a woman, a wife, and a child of God.
Of course, I forgot to get any pictures of the experience! I’ll have to get better at that if I plan on keeping this blog for long. I’m excited to see where this all goes!