Updated: Feb 28, 2019
How the birth of my son led me to the path of becoming a doula.
Let me take you back, way back, back into time, OK, maybe not that far back, but let’s go back 12 years. When, I was only 24-years-old, newly engaged, a Pace University graduate, and felt as though I knew exactly what I wanted out of life.
Engaged, pregnant and scared
Six months into my engagement, I get pregnant - well damn, now what? My fiancé was over the moon, and I was hysterically crying thinking how can we take care of a baby?! We just moved into this cute Mill Basin, Brooklyn apartment and we spent money like it grew on trees, we had no savings, and I mean we were still babies!
Those thoughts were soon replaced with a wave of morning sickness and I mean I could not move without throwing up. I was the Executive Assistant to a CEO and one evening while I was in his office discussing travel arrangements, I ran out of the room and threw my head into a trash can to throw up. I had to let my job know I was with child at that point. Unfortunately, my morning sickness only got worse for me and I had to talk to my newly found Obstetrician (OB) about some relief methods.