As wonderful as this sounds, many times CNMs, doulas, and MD’s feel as though they are on different teams. Why is that? Aren’t we all just looking out for both mom and baby? Of course! We all want what is best for both parties, however our good intentions are oftentimes misguided.
This is a poem I wrote last year about my birth experience. It is modeled after the famous and old poem, ‘The Night Before Christmas’ by Clement Clark Moore. My due date was December 25, 2014, but my daughter came a few days late.
Looking back, Marlo realized that there were warning signs long before her diagnosis. She started having irregular and heavier menstrual cycles about a year before she became pregnant, but she didn’t think much of it. She thought it was a result of her approaching 40, and her well-woman exams with pap smears were all fine.
“Did you have them naturally?” she asked me when she heard that both of my babies were born at over nine pounds. My body formed my children, grew my children, and birthed my children, and yet, I’m never sure how to answer this question.