Growing up I always wanted to be a doctor. As I got into my teenage years I narrowed it down to Obstetrics and Gynecology. I entered my freshman year of college in 1992 and chose to go to a small Christian liberal arts college. I was on the pre-med track and took my first huge Biology class. I must admit it was overwhelming. There was so much information to learn. Everyone knows during a pre-med track that the first few classes are created to weed out the weak ones. I wasn't necessarily weak, I was unfocused, young, and thought I knew everything. By the end of my first semester I was put on academic probation.
I don't know what I was thinking . . . well I wasn't thinking. I started to skip classes . . . I was failing. Med school was not looking good.
Fast forward to May 1993, it was the end of my freshman year, my grad point average was 1.8 . . . YES 1.8!!!! Oh and my period was late!!!! It was the week of final exams and I knew something was not right, especially since my menstrual cycle was like clockwork . . . every 27 days no matter what.
I took a pregnancy test in my friend Heather's dorm room. My friend Rebecca was there with me as well. Here I was, 18, not in a committed relationship and failing out of college. If you have ever waited for a pregnancy test to show you the results you know that 3 minutes seems like 3 hours. Well it was POSITIVE, I was pregnant.
My increasingly growing belly coupled with my horrific grade point average put my dreams of becoming a doctor to rest. Miraculously becoming pregnant did wonders for my GPA . . . I enrolled in community college and graduated with a 4.0! I only took one semester off to give birth to Rayne who was born on January 13, 1994. During my pregnancy is when I realized I wanted to become a social worker instead of a doctor. I took a Teen Pregnancy class at our local hospital, it is there I had my first run in with the profession of social work and I fell in love with it. I realized the reason I wanted to become a doctor was to help people . . . and that is what social work is all about.
I eventually graduated with my Bachelors of Social Work and then went on and got my Masters of Social Work. I continued and obtained my License of Clinical Social Work which is the highest level of licesure for social work.
What does this have to do with being a DOULA you might ask???? Everything . . . I love pregnancy and birth, it's why I wanted to go into medicine. It's why I wanted to become a doctor. It's why now I want to become a DOULA . . . a Coola Doula!!!!
Every chance I get I attend a birth. I am calm, cool and collected. I thrive in an emergency, and I don't mind the sight of blood. I was there for my friend Tracey, 11 years ago today when she gave birth to her daughter Julia. I was there for my friend Cheryl, 9 years ago when she gave birth to her daughter Jael. When my sister was a surrogate for her best friend I was there when their son Chance was born.
This year I have decided to seriously become a doula, birthing coach, what ever you want to call it. And guess what???? I had my first clients!!!!!
Mrs. Pilgrim and her husband Dreamboat decided to use me as their Doula! On November 9, 2009 I got the call at 5:30am . . . I was sooooo PUMPED!!!
HENRY THOMAS BYRD
6 Pounds, 2 Ounces
20 Inches Long
The birth ended up being an emergency c-section. I was not allowed in the OR but I stayed at the hosptial the whole time making phone calls to all the friends and family. I was able to help them in their hospital room. Get what ever they needed. Take pictures of everything. And just serve them in any way I could. I spent a total of 14 hours with them and I loved every minute of it!!!
This confirmed it . . . it's my calling. I want to do this as a ministry, to serve God. I'm not interested in money. I want to serve woman who might not have a supportive partner.
Just call me the COOLA DOULA!!!!