History in the Making

Hey y'all,

I have done some homework and I am almost done with week two. It is crazy how fast time fly's! I was just thinking about how far I have come and with all the support I have received, how incredible that is.

I was talking today to a lovely gal that was holding her precious little baby girl, telling her my story and I thought to myself. I have been documenting how excited I am to be having this life changing event taking place but I haven't put any history behind it.

You know, I have wanted to be working somewhere in the birth community since I was nine years old. I seen my first niece born and that has forever changed my life. I remember seeing her make her way into the world ( I love you Sasha!) and hearing the doctor ask who would like to cut the cord and the next thing I remember is walking towards my new little niece, holding the scissors and not knowing actually what had really taken place. Thank the Lord for my mama ( I love you mommy!) she always encouraged me to dream and look towards my future even though, we are not always prepared for what is going to come before us. I told her that day, "mommy, I want to be a doctor and the one that helps babies come out." After that my mom would buy me all kinds of picture books and medical books about childbirth and I couldn't understand the majority of it but it was always fun to learn new things. I remember one time really throwing my mom for a loop and asking her about hermaphrodites and come to find out she ended up knowing one when she was growing up. Really?! Anyhow...

Now, let's fast forward. Finished grade school, passed middle school and just made it through high school. Remember I said you could be getting prepared for your future, but you don't always know what is waiting for you. Well, I barely made it through high school, had some obstacles at home that had my mind in other places besides being completely focused on my studies. Which in the long run I think it was destiny that all the things that happened to me, gave me an empathy that can't be taught.

Then it happens, it is that reminder of a passion not forgotten but lost. I got married and had my first little bun in the oven and wasn't quite sure who I was going to have as my care provider or where I was going to go. I had some friends that had their babies with these midwives (shout out to Heike and Traci...whoop, whoop) and they were just telling my husband and I about the awesome care they received and how, I just had to have my baby there. Now I had heard of midwives and I think I may have looked into them before but not as much as OB/GYNs.

Forging ahead, we went with these awesome midwives and I can truly say my life has never been the same. We had great prenatal care and long conversations, I always felt very informed. Well I didn't get a chance to birth my little guy with them because I ended up having a complication. But the one thing I can for sure remember and something I love one midwife in particular for, was after I had lost my little guy and I was sitting in my hospital room in complete unbelief of what had happened. Heike(midwife) called me and told me how she was morning with me...I can't tell you how much that meant to me. She was my care provider but at that moment she became a life long friend. Now I don't get to see this friend very much but I think of her often and she unknowing to her gives me motivation.

Well that's my story and I'm stickin' to it. I know it jumps around a bit but these are the stepping stones in my life. Huge shout out to all the midwives(mothers)  in my life, all of you are important to me and have craved out a step for me to climb on. This world would be lost without a strong woman at the bedside. ttfn :)