Doula Chronicles Blog

39 weeks comes: I was sure he’d at least start trying to make his way earth side though I know how this goes. Babies, regardless of it being the first or the 5th, come when they damn well please. Baby is high!

Still no baby but mom was in good spirits.

40 weeks comes: I’m like this HAS to be the week. Nope! Baby is still high!

40 weeks + 6 days: mom goes in for induction everything goes pretty smoothly.

41 weeks (The next day): We got serious action! I get a text “Don’t kill me friend.”

It’s when you know your work is not in vain.

It’s when you know that you’re doing it right.

Now, let me be clear: I’ve experienced this several times but as of late, I’ve been able to truly tune into the birthing atmosphere and observe.

Back to these dusty ass men.

You’ve pushed yourself to the forefront of a matter you will NEVER understand.

Picture something for me.

Your trash ass son, much like his trash ass daddy, date rapes a peer of his and impregnates her.

She was annoyed but her attending pulled me aside shortly after and thanked me for telling her to hush.

That brings me to the next grievance.

I don’t care what deliberation needs to happen, you don’t do that shit at the bedside of a patient!

The resident argued the attending DOWN at the bedside of a patient. I agreed with the logic of the attending because it absolutely made the most sense but the resident was literally pulling rabbits out of a hat.

In walks the attending physician and her residents explaining the need for a caesarean.

My client understands and decides to move forward but not before expressing her emotions.

She puts her right hand over her eyes and I know this means she’s crying or about to cry.

The attending and the residents literally stand there and watch her cry and continue to talk to her.

🗣STFU AND MOVE!