Proper nutrition during pregnancy and postpartum is important but sometimes hard to achieve. As a postpartum doula when I go visit a client, part of my job is to make a smoothie, snack, tea or light nutritious meal for the new sleep-deprived, emotional, sore, excited mother. I love being able to help fuel mom with nourishing food, plenty of water and foods to help fuel and heal her body. There's nothing like extra love and care during those first few weeks and I love being a part of it!
I attended a workshop the other day and the presenter asked what the general consensus was about childbirth stories. And one lady replied,
"Fear. All you hear are the stories of how hard it is, how painful it is and all that can and will go wrong. You don't hear the good stuff like the support they had or the atmosphere around them."
Be Y O U
You do you and I'll do M E. Easier said than done, right? In a world where comparison is the thief of joy and billboards tell us who we should be it really seems hard to be M E.
I used to write a blog and have a creative outlet for things such as our travels, cute stories about my son, how I met the love of my life and our adventures, how living in China taught me how to always take time for tea and how NZ really shaped me into who I am now. And I miss it. When I started mama bird doula I said farewell to my old blog and shed a tear or two about it. Some say that this space should be
I'll never forget the birth of my baby boy. I can remember the moment I was told I had to be induced due to complications, the lighting, the music playing while I laboured, the view out my window, the hallway I walked down, stopping for each contraction, the Swiss ball I bounced on, the colour of the room, the faces of the nurses, my midwife and her suggestions, the feeling of birthing him, the face on my husband as he handed me our son, the doctors checking in on us, the hospital food, the struggle to breastfeed, the cries as an NGT tube was inserted to feed him, his first bath, the parking space we pulled out of taking home our boy.....I can remember it all.