Friday 31 October 2014

Balancing the obligations of being a mother and a doula

In August 2014, the Yahoo Contributor Network was shut down. All the copyrights to articles thereon were returned to their authors, so I decided to publish certain articles of mine, originally written for Yahoo UK on my own blogs. This is one of them.

"This will be you next," said the midwife. I paused for a second, slightly confused. I was crouched on the sofa in my client's living room, holding her foot and whispering words of encouragement while she brought her baby into the world. I was also 28 weeks pregnant, with a nearly-two year old at home; but at that moment, I was just a doula, a humble servant to the needs of a woman bringing life into the world. There is no room for both, I had left myself outside the door.
This is how it is in my profession. There is no room for ego, there is no opportunity to be tired. Meals are a low priority, that toilet break will just have to wait. When a woman is in labour, everything else is secondary, I am there to serve, from the moment she calls until she no longer needs me.
As a mother to young children, much of the same applies. When your children are your most important priority, how can you afford the same privilege for your client?
The answer lies in your own support. In order to "let go" and focus on her client, the doula must know that her children are in good hands. While the doula is on call 24 hours a day for around four weeks, her childcare must be too. This often means having several options; one relay and an organisational chart to help her remember who she needs to call at 3am on a Thursday. As a mother employing a doula, it may be useful to discuss her arrangements with her, for your peace of mind. I never trouble my clients with issues that need not affect them, but always disclose any that might.
Postnatal doulas provide support for mothers with newborns. We make sandwiches, help around the house and provide a shoulder to lean on. Many mothers find it really useful to have someone visiting regularly in the first few weeks and months. Paying for a postnatal doula is an excellent gift from far-flung family members to a new mum they are unable to support themselves.
I find postnatal doula work much easier to fit into my family life, as it is predictable and easy to plan around childcare arrangements. I love spending time with new mums, and it is a pleasure to be able to help them, although sometimes I think I could do with my own doula!
One family I was working with had a little boy the same age as my own. On days when my work was to be focussed around taking care of the older child, my child could come with me and they played together. This doesn't always work well, it blurs the lines between the obligations of a mother and a doula, so it is really important for a doula and client to keep an open dialogue and be prepared to alter their arrangements to best serve the client's family.
Birth doula work is more of a challenge. Doulas form a close relationship with our clients, so it is usual that we have advanced warning that a woman might be going into labour; but there is always the chance that it might come out of the blue. I spend my on-call weeks never out of arm's reach of the phone, and always conscious of who I need to call myself when the time comes.
The birth went well. I left the client's house elated; it was gone midnight. Mother, father and baby were cuddled up on the sofa drinking champagne. As I closed the door behind me, I realised how very, very tired I was. I drove home, crawled into bed and wrapped my arms around my sleeping child. Attending a birth is so very rewarding, but there is nothing quite like coming back and being Mummy again.

Thursday 16 October 2014

Gender disappointment, when the baby you are expecting is not what you were expecting.

In August 2014, the Yahoo Contributor Network was shut down. All the copyrights to articles thereon were returned to their authors, so I decided to publish certain articles of mine, originally written for Yahoo UK on my own blogs. This is one of them.  
One of the big decisions in pregnancy is whether or not to find out the sex of your baby before they are born. For me this was an easy choice, I'm no good at surprises, and I hated the idea that the
sonographer might know when I did not.
In my first pregnancy, I had no real preference or strong predictions about my baby's sex. I had always wanted a daughter, but after getting to know some of the little boys of my friends and family, I would have been grateful for either. As it turned out, he was a boy, he grew, he was born, and I loved being his mummy.
When I was pregnant with our second child, I, along with everyone else I knew, was convinced I was expecting a girl. Absolutely beyond doubt. I had girl's names picked out, I even bought a little dress in the sales as it was so unusual and completely to my taste.
At 20 weeks we went along to our scan. "Would you like me to take a guess at the gender?" asked the sonographer, we agreed, and in a fairly non-committal way, she informed us that it was probably a boy.
I was stunned. Completely taken aback. She might as well have said he was a giraffe, I had been so sure. I actually booked a private gender scan a few weeks later, just to check. He was most definitely a boy, the sonography clinic even gave me a close-up photo to prove the point.
It has to be said that I grieved the "loss" of the little girl I had convinced myself I was carrying. It took a while for me to come around to the idea that this little being I was falling in love with was not quite what I had thought he was. I also felt guilty, as if I had let him down, by hoping he was something he was not, and for feeling disappointed in what he was. We had to start looking at boy's names, and referring to him as "he". It is for this reason that I am very glad we chose to find out the gender at the scan. It was a confusing time, and I am grateful we were not trying to come to terms with this "change" after he was born.
I looked at the positive side of having a boy. All of my first son's clothes had been put aside for the future. All of them, not just the unisex babygrows, would be suitable hand-me-downs for his baby brother (though I am sure any daughter of mine would end up wearing dinosaurs and robots anyway). So I lost out on some retail therapy, but it has saved me a fortune, and will continue to do so for years to come.
My eldest has the perfect playmate. Of course brothers and sisters can play together, but already the bond between my two boys is exceptional, I expect they will be best friends for a long time. I also looked at the 3D scan photos taken at our private scan. His sweet little face looked a lot like his brother. I reasserted that this was the same child I had loved when he was two blue lines on a stick.
When he arrived he was just perfect. He was not what we expected, but that is part of the charm. Like the birthday gift you never asked for, never expected and never knew you wanted. Every day I delight in learning new things about him.
So now I have a houseful of little boys. Yes, there are only two of them, but it feels like the house is full of shouting, wrestling, cars and bricks. Over time I have become comfortable with the idea that this is my family, and it feels right. If my fairy godmother offered to swap my youngest (or indeed my eldest) for a daughter, exactly as I imagined she might be, I would have to decline. They are mine, and I love them just as they are.
As with any mother of multiple children of the same gender, I am constantly asked if I am going to "try for a girl". There is a part of me that would still very much like one, but there is no guarantee that if I fell pregnant again, it would be a girl. Even less that it would be a girl that lived up to my expectations of mothering a daughter. If we do decide to grow our family it will be because we want another individual to love and raise, and we will be ready to accept whatever kind of baby fate sends us.