One of the things that originally awoken me to the importance of birth workers was loosing my daughter at 18 weeks. Although this was incredibly sad, and I had to confront my own feelings of unworthiness, the grief wasn’t the “hard” part. The difficulty came with the compartmentalization of her birth and that experience. It was treated like a routine procedure, not a right of passage. After much thought and reflection, with a sisterly friend ( whom I would say unofficially – she was my post partum Doula) I saw my journey as a mother was valuable and a very important landmark, it was never intended to be singularly focused. By it being medically “handled” as a arbitrary routine the processing of Birth becomes mechanical. As Human beings we are physiological forms, we have consciences of mind, and we have a Spirit, to separate the three is impossible. To restore dignity to birth, we must first honor the mother for her voice and her experience, are the roots of the family tree of our society.
I see women face birth, in the sharing of their stories, in the tears they shed, in the not wanting to be like their parents and when they do they face their fears. The courageous part comes not in pushing through the “pain”, it comes in being open to our fears. Time and time again, I have been at births, where the family had a birth plan that has not gone as they wanted. The perfect home birth, now turned into a medical c-section, the medication free birth, now leaning over a table as she gets her epidural. It never surprises when a birth doesn’t go as the parents have planed, I think that is part of the lesson of becoming a parent, the dealing with the unexpected. What does surprise me and always brings me back to why I love this work is when the couple (and especially the mom) can surrender. When she can let go of the planning, the perfect ideal, when she finds her courage to have an open heart. When she can freely and bravely let go to something greater.
As I think most birth workers can attest to, the lessons we learn well we serve also greatly impact our personal life’s. The course of my life has recently dramatically changed from the plan I had, is that a surprise? No, Life will never go as we expect it, because although we have a map of what road we would like to take somehow other things always arise. What I have learned from the many moms I have had the privilege of serving is to have an open heart, to find myself truly content in all circumstances in life. My Mom recently told me that ”your joy starts with your thanksgiving”, and that is what I am doing.
So as we are enjoying a beautiful week of 30 degree weather, I find myself with a cup overflowing. Thinking back to over 2 years in Saskatchewan, discovering myself, my community and my heritage. I think of more then 40 births, dozen of families I have come to know and will always treasure their stories. I think of the gift to learn and grow, to see and believe. I am thankful for yet another season of my life passed, and to be entering the next with a smiling heart. With arms open wide I surrender to the, unknown road ahead.















