
I've been on call for the last few weeks for two doula clients, one due the middle of February and one due the end of January. So I wasn't too surprised when the phone rang at 3:30 am on Friday, January 25th. It was my client (due in Feb.) and her water had broken. Contractions hadn't started yet, so she decided to try and get some more rest. I always get a little adrenaline rush when I know someone's in labor, so I finished gathering my things until I could fall back asleep. Luckily, Andrew had already planned to work from home that day, so my biggest worry when I go to a birth (the kids!) was taken care of. (I know, Andrew, your big worry was just beginning...)
I actually didn't end up needing to join my client until 3:30 pm Friday afternoon, but I didn't return home until 9:30 pm Saturday night. Now when I am asked "What is the longest amount of time you've been at a birth?", my answer will be 30 hours (instead of 24). This one was a tough one, and my heart goes out to this amazing couple for how well they handled some difficult circumstances. They now have a beautiful, healthy baby girl.
It took me a few days to get on top of things again, but I was ready to go when exactly one week later, on Friday afternoon, my other client called to tell me she was in labor. This time I left the house at 8:30 pm on Friday night, and returned home at 3:30 am on Saturday (another healthy baby girl!), which was very fortunate because, after a nap from 4-8 am, I got ready to teach my childbirth class which was beginning Saturday morning. I'm afraid I was a little slow with some of the answers I gave in class, but other than that, things went well.
A big, huge thank you to my amazing husband who puts up with this kind of craziness, and to my patient kids for the disapearing acts I sometimes pull. Now, whenever I come back in the house from doing anything, Annie asks, "Mama help baby?"