Prior to Arianna's birth and death, most of you know, I was a doula. My passion was to help families bring their babies into the world....something that never, ever ceased to amaze me. Then Ari was born. And died. And along with it, my passion died. A few weeks later, a good friend lost her baby as well. It was all just too much, and I never went back.
After almost 7 years, and many, many tears, fears, prayers and questioning of my ability, I've decided to jump in with both feet, and recertify. Tonight I finished my registration and finished paying tuition....and now, I'm both excited and feeling like I could crawl out of my skin. I'm excited to restart this journey, and I'm scared out of my mind at the same time.
I will be recertifying as a labor/birth/postpartum doula, with an emphasis on bereavement and bereavement support. My focus will be on healthy pregnancies and births and lactation support, but will be available to those who are enduring the loss of their baby during pregnancy, birth or after. (Lord, I'm praying that part of my job is not used often.) I will also continue with my photography business, and will incorporate the two together.
In March, I will start classes. Acupressure, CPR, etc. The official doula training starts April 6.
I can use a lot of prayers, good luck, and accountability during these months. These are emotionally challenging months as it is with Arianna's birthday and death....so I could just use the extra support. Especially with the CPR classes. I have not been able to sit through an entire class or pass a class since I did CPR on Ari and the thought of it makes me ill. Please pray that I can get through it. In one piece. Without the trauma getting the best of me.
Thanks!
Ps. Everyone else is currently doing well, and healthy. Strep is finally gone.
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