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On a Birth Professionals page, someone asked us to name one thing we loved most about being a birth doula. "Just one? Just one???!!!", was the sudden outcry from the birth community.  I offered one for the sake of the original poster's request but continued to consider in my heart all the of the reasons I love supporting women and families during this time in their lives. 

I spent a few hours today working on a birth story from a previous birth I attended and all of the reasons began to pour out as i recapped our time spent together and all of the wonderful moments I was blessed to share with them.

I thought I'd share a few with you:
The "dance" that a couple shares when they are working together to bring forth their new life.

The moment a laboring woman finds "her voice".

The moment when a laboring mother is peacefully riding the waves of contractions. 

The moment when a partner looks at his woman with pride as she is being transformed right before his eyes. 

The look on a woman's face when she realizes what she is capable of doing...she knows her own strength and will never be the same. 

An expectant grandmother quietly sitting in the corner watching her little girl become a mother. 

The cry of a newborn who is away from his/her mother who is clearly calling out for her, wanting to know that she is still close by.


The moment a father takes his new baby and nuzzles, sniffs and talks to him/her as if it were just the two of them in the room. 


The moment when a mother and her baby lock eyes for the first time.  

The look on a mother's face when her baby latches on for the first time.

The moment I quietly bow out as the new family are becoming one.


 
 
I had good intentions when I originally started my 365 Days of blessings in the beginning of the year. It wasn't suppose to be one of the many New Years resolutions that we tend to set and forget after a few weeks.

I was at the end of a difficult pregnancy and I was finding myself bitter, crabby  and resentful. I decided to wake up daily with an expectancy of something positive. My days which turned into months began to be filled with negativity, mostly beginning with my outlook. There were difficult things occurring but there were also lots of silver linings to be grateful for.

 My husband thoughtfully bringing home dinner because he can sense I've hard a rough day. To my teenager entertaining the preschooler so that I can sleep in...even if it's for just an extra fifteen minutes. My in-laws who would see a need and try to meet it and took the kids for a day so that I can exhale, sleep or collect my thoughts. My brothers and step-father who wouldn't hesitate to support me if I only asked.. 

 From the kindness of a neighbors who mowed and snow plowed our lawn and driveway, to the gentle innocence of my preschooler silently curling up next to me. 


The nurse who sat and dabbed my tears when a c-section became inevitable. The surgeon who actually took the time to read my birth plan and implemented as much as he could.

The congregation (whom I hadn't seen for over seven months because of bed-rest) and pastors that prayed with my husband every Sunday that I was absent, encouraged us and brought enough meals to last two months after the baby was born.

 My friends near and far who sent things from a box of diapers to an out of the blue text saying, "you're on my heart". A timely scripture, prayer or quote. 

The baby came 5+ weeks early and shortly after we moved (can you imagine having a newborn and moving? If you've done it you know what I am talking about). Having the family adjust to a new baby, new home and new town put my writing on hold. I may not have completed my 365 Days of Blessing posts but I do believe I learned the lesson I was set out to learn. 

Yes. I am truly blessed.