I was at a local babywearing meeting this morning, trying to learn some new ways to wrap my tiny human. I saw a variety of moms chatting and learning more about babywearing. And I saw doubt.
A teensy little gremlin rearing its ugly head as these women tried something new. Worry that baby will fall.
Worry that baby is uncomfortable.
Worry that she's doing it wrong.
I think back to the birth of my second child, and how I doubted my body, doubted myself. Days of prodromal labour had me second guessing everything. Even armed with lots of knowledge, and despite the fact that I had done this before...I was full of doubt, and I was worried I might be labouring "wrong".
It's curious to me that this incredible thing that women have been doing since our beginnings is now something that many of us can't believe we are capable of. That we might birth wrong.
I'm not talking about vaginal birth vs cesarean or anything like that. Just the true miracle of bringing your baby earthside, whichever path is chosen.
The power is in us. No need for us to be empowered, we've had it all along. Just reach deep within, grab that goddess and wake her up. Let's not doubt that she's in there.
On Monday, I participated in some additional doula training, and spent the entire day in the presence of some amazing women.
I truly relish learning about people of all walks of life, and hearing about what makes them come alive. Isn't it fascinating how a group of people, with widely different interests and backgrounds have all come to walk the same journey in life? That we all feel the same calling to bear witness to the indescribable transformation that is birth?
And so, armed with new knowledge and a bolstered sense of "I think I can-ness", I will keep trekking along this path.