I had heard shopping around for a doula was kind of like dating…A bit nerve-wracking and awkward…

Let’s face it, if we hired you as our doula, you were most likely going to see some lady bits during delivery. Then there was also the possibility of me involuntarily pooping while pushing (but nobody likes to talk about that). Not to mention the possibility of me crying like a baby because, well, labor. All in all, lots of potential embarrassment.

We met a bit late in my pregnancy due to a crazy, unfortunate set of circumstances that left me without a care provider that I trusted.

I was already ashamed because our apartment was a mess, I was sick, and I’d even forgotten that you were coming over for an interview. I’d been in and out of the hospital, still throwing up a few times a day at least and I looked pretty crappy.

You didn’t say a word about that though. I knew I liked you right off the bat, if for no other reason that knowing I had made a new friend who understood that life happens.

I got sick while you were here for your interview. We decided to go to the hospital and you wanted to come with us.

You spoiled me the entire time we were there. You made sure I was comfortable, checked into getting me food and even braided my hair. You went above and beyond for me, and we had just met.

When my husband and I joked with you that you were hired as we walked out of the hospital, we were relieved to finally have someone on our side. Now we had an advocate for us and our concerns. We knew you were the perfect person for us.

You weren’t just there for me, you were there for my husband too.

You weren’t just there for me doing labor, you were there for me during my pregnancy, labor, and postpartum.

In fact, you’ve never stopped being there for me.

Dear Doula,

Thank you for being there when I had been treated poorly and was ready to give up on being respected.

Thank you for being there when I was scared during my pregnancy.

Thank you for helping me achieving what was most important to me during delivery.

Thank you for the back rub during labor. Seriously.

Thank you for walking around with me and scaring the nurses because we “ran away”.

Thank you for feeding me pizza while I was being stitched up. I don’t know if anyone has told you, but you are an angel.

Thank you for helping me begin breastfeeding my son.

Thank you for coming to visit us in the NICU. You knew how hard it was going to be for you to walk through those doors, but you did it anyways, for us.

Thank you for coaching me through some of the most difficult times in my life.

Thank you for everything you’ve done for our little family. <3

P.S. You don’t charge enough.

–

New Crunchy Mom

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