From the size of an olive, your growing baby has had you captivated and delighted.
With a beating heart, budding limbs and flourishing nails and lashes.. what could offer more preoccupation?
The early weeks and months of pregnancy afford incredible wonder, however, as pregnancy progresses and discomfort grows, it’s no wonder the romance wanes.
No longer the cigar-pending, jumpy but blameless bystander. Labour is a massive task, requiring the greatest support and it’s dad that’s expected to be up-to-date and on-task.
Having a complete and comprehensive labour know-how, whilst remaining entirely peace-loving is dad’s duty; sounds supernatural and it is. However, as much as your partner might strive for this hero-status, the stakes are high and it can get dicey.
The word ‘doula’ is a Greek word and it means to ‘mother the mother’, a perfect job description.
As a doula, I’m not medically trained, like a midwife, nor do I have the expertise to deliver a baby but what I do offer is a supportive role in the journey of a pregnant woman. I support her in many ways and I work with her, to create a positive and memorable birth.
A work colleague of mine announced her pregnancy at 12 weeks. I was in my early 20s at the time and having a baby couldn’t have been further from my mind. But, I was super pleased for her and whilst she was a little restrained, I could tell she was about as excited as she could be.