Went out last night for the first time in months... back and ankle still messed up, but needed to clear my head... Started with a trip to see Charlie, which is always funny, since he still lives in a college dorm... At 30, it's weird to hang out at a dorm and hear drunk college kids screaming in the hallways and being insanely loud for no other reason except that their parents can't see them! One girl even walked directly in front of my car as I was leaving... All I could do is laugh, but then again, maybe she's the "drunk girl" that you can trick with apple juice... ugh, how I love Family Guy...
Charlie had to get up early, so I headed off to Hell to dance and chill with friends... So good to see Martha, Pudge and Jason... I had lots of silly fun... Danced a bit, if you can call it that, being that I'm still a bit of a gimp... Called Nic on the way home and demanded a peanut butter and jelly sandwich be waiting for my arrival at home... well, maybe not "demanded", more like "pleaded"... Came home at 230, made Nic play Dr Mario for like 20 minutes... stayed up til almost 5 watching insane reruns of "Roseanne" and tooled around on the web for a wee bit...
Couldn't seem to get going this morning, but the shower was calling... Was supposed to meet Moira for lunch today with her mom to discuss her baby's birth... Moira was Nic's friend back when they were like 14... They reconnected through myspace a few years ago and I adore her... She's an amazingly strong woman and has really left an amazing impression in my heart... We've rescheduled for next weekend and I'm hoping Jonah will also have his first swimming lesson with Tracy then... It'll be nice to go to Newport on a Saturday... It's been far too long...
IDK if anyone really cares to read this, since it's really just therapy for me, but there are some things that I want to scream from the rooftops... the idea that I am a Doula still gives me tingles... I literally get to help a woman bring her baby into the world... It's an honor that I never would have imagined... I've assisted in the delivery of several babies over the last few years, and it's still the same "walking on air" feeling... the highest high I can imagine... I even delivered one little boy because the doctor was "getting coffee" when he decided it was time to make his grand entrance... Being able to actually "catch" that beautiful baby boy was one of the most memorable experiences I think I'll ever have... I still get goosebumps when I think about each and every birthing experience... Each woman is different in the way they handle their labor and delivery... and each delivery is exactly what it is meant to be... My single goal as a doula is to remind mom that whatever curve ball labor throws, it can be dealt with... Whether it's an unplanned epidural, fetal monitoring or an emergency c-section, I strive to remind mom (and any other family member present) that everything we encounter will be handled... Being a doula was never a part of my life's plan, but then again, my life's plan never involved alot of my experiences...
I'm hoping for the best while preparing for the worst... expecting anything and nothing all at the same time...
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