I used to be envious of people who had true passion for their work. Some people seem to be born with a passion for a certain cause, but I think for many, life chooses their passion for them. My passion was born in the delivery room.
I was 28 when I was expecting my first baby. I'll sum up my first pregnancy, birth and postpartum period with the following words: un-educated, naive, unwilling to accept help, traumatic birth experience, trouble bonding with my baby and postpartum depression.
Second time around, I did everything within my power to have a positive experience. I educated myself, asked for help, got midwifery care, hired a doula and childbirth educator and mentally I worked hard on preparing for birth. My birth was beautiful. I felt supported, safe and loved, and most importantly, I felt connected to my baby.
My passion was born with my second child. The women attending my birth changed everything I believed about childbirth. I realized it is not so much the events of your birth...