It has taken me way to long to post this, but here it goes.
The birth I missed.
I have been a doula now for 8 years and I have only missed one birth and this is the one.
I got the call from my friend about 8:30 a.m. that things were really progressing.
She had already been admitted to the hospital because she had a high risk pregnancy due to high blood pressure.
They had started using cervadil the night before to get things ready for the next day.
They started the pitocin that morning and “bam” just like that things were going way faster than anyone anticipated.
I called Robin and told him to come home asap.
I had a gut feeling that I needed to leave then, but I just told myself that I was just anxious to get there.
As soon as Robin got home I jumped in the car and raced to the hospital (which was 45 minutes away).
I rushed up to the 3rd floor and as soon as I got to the door, I heard the sweet cry of a new baby.
I walked in to see the new family admiring their beautiful baby girl.
I was so happy for them.
I have to be honest that I was disappointed to have not been there to support them and witness them bringing life into this world, but I could not have been more proud of them.
Mom was a champ and refused all other unnecessary medication and Dad was a wonderful support.
It was a great feeling to know that all had gone so well.
