Although labor is the same everywhere, what is accepted culturally is quite different. I have safety concerns in this country, so carrying a big "doula bag" full of goodies for supporting women is not an option here. I carry as little as possible so as to not look like a easy and worthwhile target.
A few of the only "dangers" I have really faced while doula-ing (not quite sure how to write or say that) over here are these:
1. Danger of having too many babies named after me...Kimberly (my name) has been bestowed on far too many baby girls whose mothers I have helped. Ten years from now, people will be wondering why that has become such a popular name. I have considered using my middle name sometimes...
2. Slipping in amniotic fluid...yes, I have done the, "just about slip while waving my arms wildly and trying not to fall over" thing, in the blood and gunk all over the floor. I credit my years on the slick jungle trails to having not actually fallen on my behind yet.
3. At the very first birth I watched at the hospital here, I was holding the mom's hand and talking her through contractions when the midwife says, "Put on some gloves, you can deliver this one!" I told her very politely that "no, I am not trained to do that." (someday hopefully!)
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