Examples Of A Postpartum Doula

The doulas purpose is to help women have a safe, memorable and empowering birthing experience, regardless of what that means for the individual woman. For women who have decided to have a medicated birth, the doula will offer emotional support, informational support and comfort measures through labor and the administration of medications.

Sadly, in our modern Western culture, almost everyone forgets about the parents after the baby is born. Not so with your postpartum doula, we're here to focus completely on you. With this package, you will have the benefit of coming home with expert, professional assistance. Your doula provides you with an intimate, and peaceful space and facilitates the environment for you and your family to focus on your transition to parenthood. We strive to help create enjoyable and memorable experience for you and baby.

No time to rest or catch my breath, labor is tough and times are rough.

Before I was born, I went through a lot. One day my mother went to a doctor’s appointment and found that she had Gestational

I had prepared everything for the arrival of the baby, including clothes, diapers, bottles and toys. I even finished high school a year early I wanted to be able to spend as much time with the baby as possible. I wanted to get her used to being around me and comfortable with her new surroundings, I wanted to be as prepared as I could possibly be. Finally, the day I could bring my baby came home. I couldn’t even sleep due to all the excitement and happiness I felt. As I drove to Mexicali, Baja California, the six hour drive seemed to go on forever. I was terrified that the baby wouldn’t like

Throughout my time on the Mother Baby Care Unit, I have faced many instances in which I have been able to reflect on both my patients and the care that I was providing them. One situation in particular that I found myself critically reflecting upon involved a new mother who was feeling slightly stressed about being discharged as her newborn son would not be going home with her. For confidentiality reasons, this patient will be given the pseudonym of Kayla for the remainder of this reflection.

The experience of having an abortion was painful and scary. I felt alone in the surgical room, and by then I realized that I am doing one of the hardest things a woman can possibly do. After the abortion, I felt nothing emotionally until I attended

Childbirth is a beautiful thing. After the hours of labor, there is nothing more special than having the newly mother able to hold her child the minute after it’s born. It makes the pain that you had just experienced go away because all that matters in the world is that newborn child in your arms. During labor, every woman has her own experience but one common experience is the pain. According to Kitzinger (1978) “Labor pain can have negative or positive meaning, depending on whether the child is wanted, the interaction of the laboring woman with those attending her, her sense of ease or dis-ease in the environment provided for birth, her relationship with the father of her child and her attitude to her body throughout the reproductive

Mother: I have a case of moderate arthritis from playing tennis and gardening, so my doctors were concerned about my body's ability to carry the pregnancy to full term and handle the full ordeal of the delivery. The birth of our child took a long time. I was in labor for nearly four days. We hired a lovely midwife who has specialized knowledge in handling special births, but after the second day, we decided to load me up in the car and head for the hospital. It was frightening, I suppose, but I also felt a clarity of purpose. I really wanted this baby and I knew that the baby's best chance and my best chance for survival was for me to stay calm and coherent as possible, for the sake of my family.

At first, finding out I was pregnant was a devastating shock to not only myself but everyone around me. I was only eighteen and was a senior in high school. I had such high expectations for myself.

I can honestly say going through labor was the most painful thing I had ever experienced. Once Freddrick finally did arrived I knew that I would love him unconditionally for the rest of my life. He was just as precious as he could be and didn’t have a worry in this world. I didn’t know the type of mother I would be, but I was determined to be a different type of teenage mother. I wanted to show everyone I might be young with a son, but I made sure Freddrick was taken care of financially, Freddrick came first in my life at all times, Freddrick had disciplined in his life, and that he would know that mommy would always love him regardless of what happens through life.

One thing in my life that I had to dive into doing was being a single parent. I no longer had just myself to worry about and to take care of; I was going to have another person to be responsible for. I had a mixture of feelings when I found out I was pregnant. I did not know if his dad was going to be around or not to help me. I was worried, nervous, scared and excited all at the same time.

My mother and I waited for a couple hours while Loera was being checked. We thought we were just going to be sent back home but turned out that she was two centimeters dilated and she would be going into labor soon. I was extremely shocked, I did not expect that it would be the day I would have become a father. I called more family and within hours we had more support. Finally we were in the delivery room, and the nurses kept coming in and out and checking to see how she was doing. Something did not seem right. About eight hours passed and her water had not broken so they decided the doctor would have to do it himself.

I will never forget the moment my labor began, the moment that marked that step in my journey into motherhood. I can remember everything about it so clearly. My mom, fiancé, and I woke up early Friday morning to make our way to Western Missouri Medical Center. I stood in front of the mirror looking at my belly knowing it would be my last time standing in that bathroom with my baby inside of me still. It was a bittersweet moment that I cherished as long as I possibly could. I was set to be induced that morning and very excited, yet a little bit nervous. I had no idea what to expect. I’d been waiting a very long 37 weeks to finally meet this precious human that had been growing inside me. I had ideas of what he might look like, and what the experience might be like, however nothing could have prepared me for what was in store over the next few days.

When, I my first daughter was about to be born we knew there was something wrong. She was born premature and when she came out she was blue and rushed to the NICU at St Joes Hospital for the first 8 hours of her life. I was not able to see her or hold her after she was born. That was very hard. My wife and I were thinking the worst but when the NICU nurse came we were relieved that nothing happened to her; she was stable but had to stay in the NICU for 8 days. This time was very hard due to the fact I had a job, my step kids at home and I couldn’t stay with my wife overnight. It was very long 8 days but in the end she was released on the eighth day. From there she has been a very overactive child, which we thought she was just being a kid. We were wrong as we found out when she turned 8 that she was diagnosed with ADHD. She was not able to read very well in 2nd grade, however her math skills were above average. We had to use medication to control the ADHA.