I am a Doula. I am a mum. I am a sister. I am a friend.
I am a Birthing-Badass, a Birth Warrior.
I am a champion of women, of pregnant, labouring and postnatal Mamas; a facilitator for new parents.
I have been a Nanny, a Maternity Nurse, a Student Midwife, a Facilitator for Women’s Empowerment.
I have been a stay-at-home mum, a work-at-home mum, an on-demand-breastfeeding mum, a stressed-out-and-sleep-deprived mum, a feeling-isolated-in-my-own-house mum, a my-life-has-turned-to-shit mum, a Postnatal Depression mum. I have been a single mum.
I am now a very-happy-well-balanced mum. I am now a Birth Warrior Mum.
Like so many other courageous women, my journey to becoming a Birth Warrior was a tough one. I was armored with knowledge; brave and determined to face labour powerfully and with intent.
I am committed to enabling all women to birth with the same force.
After the rush of Oxytocin calmed, and the buzz of having my new baby lulled, I felt alone. Without a good support network, I did what no Birth Warrior should ever do – I attempted to soldier on, never asking for help and pretending I could manage all by myself.
I forgot that it takes a village to raise a child. I learnt the hard way that it takes a village to raise a new mum too. Luckily my tribe rallied and I found my strength again.
Now my promise to all new and soon-to-be parents is to encourage you, praise you, enable you, support you and help you.
Without judgment. Without shame. Without comparisons or put-downs.
With courage, care and compassion (and no doubt the occasional swear word!).