13/12/2022
A friend who walks this life path with me explained once why she does what we do. And it got me thinking:
Why we would pick a “gross” job. Why we would upend our own schedules, skip sleep, and meals, and sometimes even bathroom breaks. Why we would choose to love people at their most vulnerable and most powerful. Both at once, and so much more.
I do this work because the first birthing person I supported worked for two days in an ice storm to bring her baby forth. Others would have wavered, but not her— and her courage bolstered me. If she wasn’t giving up, I damn sure wasn’t quitting on her. She roared out her second babe squatted on my thighs a few years later.
I do this work because support is just as important when everything goes right as when it all goes upside down and nothing is as they planned. When I kneel between someone’s legs as they weep, exhausted and worn, and tell them they can go on, but perhaps the plan should change.
I do this work because I will never move faster with my heart in my throat than upon receiving a phone call from a person losing their pregnancy, “I need you. Please help me.”
I do this work because parents are born just as babies are— on the side of the road, in a hospital lobby, in a bathtub, in the places we plan and the places we don’t.
I do this work because just as parents are born with their babies, people choose to NOT parent, and babies are born for others to raise, or not born at all— because a hand to hold when you feel the weight of a judgmental world upon you makes a life-altering difference.
What some say they could “never,” I see as a calling, yes, but also a choice. Supporting birthing people where they are is what I do. People have supported and attended each other from the first birth, and nothing will shake me. I carry forward the weight of our shared history, the mantle of helping transition someone from person to the added layer of parent.
It’s not always raw power. It’s not always beautiful. Sometimes it is tragedy and tears. And it is always, ALWAYS love, from my heart and soul to my client’s.
“Love is not a victory march, it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.”
Ashley French
- Revolution Birth Services