Why Did I Become a Doula?

When my own babies were born, I was really fortunate– my mother flew out for a full two weeks after each of my births. I had not yet heard the term “postpartum doula” but that’s what she was for me. She helped with everything– taking my newborn so I could shower or sleep; playing with my elder kiddo when my second baby was born so I could focus on bonding with him; cooking, cleaning, washing, etc. 

But she also helped in less tangible ways. She shared her wisdom and advice from her own many years as a parent raising her own kids. She provided gentle reassurance when I was freaking out and anxious, to remind me and my partner that we were doing a good job. She helped me feel comfortable and confident as a parent. 

That support and guidance was a gift. And I think it’s a real shame that not every new parent gets to experience that. 

Fast forward many years, to when my niece was born. I lived close enough that I was able to make the drive across the bay one day per week for those first several months to help out. And I loved it! First of all, spending several hours a day snuggling a squishy newborn? Yes, please! 

But also, I found it deeply fulfilling to provide my brother- and sister-in-law with that emotional support as well as completing the physical tasks to ease their days. Answering questions, giving guidance (when asked to do so), and providing reassurance to help them feel more confident in themselves. It made my heart happy. 

That experience planted a seed, and a desire to provide similar support to other new parents and families. Parenthood is hard… whether it’s your first baby and you’re diving straight into the world of parenting, or if you’re having a second, third, etc child and learning how to juggle a new baby amid the routines you’d previously created. 

I’d love a chance to help you through these transitions.