03/29/2025
3 years ago I walked out of my first birth, riding an Oxytocin high like I had never felt and brimming with so much gratitude, excitement and awe.
Before I headed home I sat down to make notes and let everything spill out of me onto paper. I detailed every last thing I could, from the timeline, to the way the room felt, looked, sounded and smelt, the conversations that were had, the speed at which everything unfolded, the shaking, the tears, the look of “can you believe I just did that?” as mum pulled her baby to her chest and looked up at dad who was in total disbelief (still my most favourite part of birth).
It was only once I opened my phone (probably to google if Oxytocin is contagious, it is btw) that I realized I had attended my first birth right in the middle of World Doula Week. A synchronicity that was not lost on me, and that felt like an affirming wink from the Universe that I was right where I was meant to be.
Since then I have attended many births, held many hands, babies and stories and witnessed in total awe the love, tenacity, determination and hard work it takes to bring life into this world.
This work will never not be the most special, gratifying and humbling thing I do.
Every birth I leave I am still flooded with the same rush of love and admiration and the desire to write it all down so I don’t forget a single thing.
So Happy World Doula Week to every single Doula out there, and Happy Birthday to Miss Molly, the little girl with the biggest blue eyes who will always hold the sweetest place in my heart!
🫶🏼✨🌸🦋🐣🌼🌙🫧🥝🤎
