{"id":2356,"date":"2024-07-25T14:45:48","date_gmt":"2024-07-25T14:45:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.amazinggstory.fun\/?p=2356"},"modified":"2024-07-25T14:45:48","modified_gmt":"2024-07-25T14:45:48","slug":"i-hired-a-doula-to-accompany-me-during-my-delivery-and-was-shocked-to-find-out-who-she-really-was-story-of-the-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.amazinggstory.fun\/?p=2356","title":{"rendered":"I Hired a Doula to Accompany Me During My Delivery and Was Shocked to Find Out Who She Really Was \u2013 Story of the Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

I always dreamed of becoming a mother, and finally, my dream was coming true. But the joy of expecting a child was overshadowed by my husband\u2019s unexpected business trip and the arrival of a stranger who turned out to be connected to my past. My husband David and I had been preparing and planning for a child for a long time, but for many years, nothing worked out. We had tried everything we could think of, and the constant disappointment was heartbreaking.But eight months ago, everything changed. I finally saw those coveted two lines on the pregnancy test. This pregnancy was the best thing that had ever happened to me.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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The joy I felt was indescribable. I knew I would never abandon this child, as someone once did to me. Even though I was adopted when I was a year old and my adoptive parents were wonderful, learning that I was adopted broke me at the time.It felt like a part of my identity was missing. But now, I was eagerly awaiting our baby, ready to give them all the love I had received and more.David and I decided to have a partner birth, so I knew it would be a special moment for both of us. One evening, when David returned from work, he looked very tired and worried. I tried to find out what had happened, but he only responded that everything was fine. We had dinner in silence, and I felt that he wasn\u2019t telling me something. The tension in the air was thick, and I could see he was struggling with something.\u201cDavid, please talk to me. It\u2019s hard for me to see you like this,\u201d I said, my voice soft but insistent. David sighed heavily and rubbed his nose, looking down at the floor. \u201cAlright,\u201d he began slowly. \u201cI\u2019ve been sent on a business trip in ten days. I\u2019ll be paid very well for it, and I thought it was a good opportunity since the baby is coming soon.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s great. Why do you look so sad then?\u201d I asked, feeling a knot form in my stomach.\u201cBecause they don\u2019t know how long they\u2019ll need me there. They said to expect anywhere from two weeks to a month,\u201d David said, his voice strained. \u201cBut the birth could happen during that time,\u201d I said, placing a hand on my stomach, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over me. \u201cI know. That\u2019s why I\u2019m in this state,\u201d David replied, his eyes filled with worry. \u201cThen refuse,\u201d I suggested, trying to keep my voice steady.\u201cI can\u2019t. It will affect my future work, and we could use the extra money,\u201d he explained, frustration evident in his tone. \u201cBut you might not be there for the birth,\u201d I said, my voice breaking slightly. David got up and came over to me, hugging me tightly. \u201cThat\u2019s why I found a doula for you. I want you to have support while I\u2019m away,\u201d he said, his voice gentle.For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney \u201cI want to give birth with my husband, not some stranger,\u201d I said, dissatisfied. \u201cI know. But Martha is very good, and many people recommended her to me,\u201d he tried to reassure me. \u201cI don\u2019t like this idea,\u201d I said, shaking my head.\u201cI\u2019ll try to return as soon as possible, but I want us to have some backup. Let me arrange a meeting with her while I\u2019m still here. If you don\u2019t like her, we\u2019ll look for other options,\u201d he offered, trying to find a compromise. \u201cI don\u2019t want other options. I want you to be with me,\u201d I insisted, feeling tears well up in my eyes. \u201cI want to be with you and the baby too,\u201d David said, placing his hand on my belly. \u201cThat\u2019s why I feel awful about having to leave. But we\u2019ll get through this, and I hope to be back before you start giving birth, okay?\u201d\u201cOkay,\u201d I said softly. That evening, we just lay together, hugging, as if not wanting to let each other go for even a moment. The fear of him not being there for the birth was heavy in my heart, but I knew we had to face this together, even if it meant being apart for a little while.Two days after that conversation with David, I was on my way to meet the doula, Martha. To be honest, I wasn\u2019t very positive about this meeting because I didn\u2019t fully understand how a stranger could support me in such an important moment. I parked near the caf\u00e9 where Martha and I had agreed to meet and went inside. The caf\u00e9 was warm and inviting, with the rich smell of coffee filling the air. I looked around, not knowing which of the people there was Martha.Suddenly, a woman sitting alone at a table waved at me, and I realized it was her. She looked older than I expected, around 50, with kind eyes and a gentle smile. I approached and sat at the table. \u201cHi! I\u2019m Martha, and you must be Sheila,\u201d she said, her smile warm and inviting. \u201cYes, but how did you know it was me?\u201d I asked, a bit surprised. \u201cYou looked confused\u2026 and pregnant,\u201d she added with a gentle laugh.\u201cRight, I just feel like this belly has always been with me,\u201d I said, laughing too. \u201cI understand, but believe me, you\u2019ll feel such relief when it\u2019s gone,\u201d Martha said, nodding. \u201cI can only imagine,\u201d I replied, trying to picture that moment.Martha and I talked for two hours. She explained what her work would involve and how she could help me. She spoke about different techniques for pain management, relaxation, and support during labor. I described how I envisioned the process, emphasizing the importance of a calm and supportive environment. It turned out our views were very similar, and we immediately found common ground.Martha\u2019s experience and empathy reassured me, and I was grateful to David for coming up with this idea. As the conversation was ending, Martha asked, \u201cDo you have any more questions for me?\u201d \u201cYes, I don\u2019t want to be tactless, but do you have children?\u201d I asked, feeling a bit awkward.\u201cNo, I decided to dedicate my life to medical school and then to working in this field, but now I\u2019m here,\u201d Martha said, smiling. \u201cBut I have given birth,\u201d she added softly. \u201cOh\u2026\u201d I said, sensing it might have been something very personal and possibly traumatic for her. We stood up from the table, and Martha came over to hug me goodbye. As she hugged me, I noticed her looking at the large birthmark on my shoulder.\u201cIn my teenage years, I thought about removing it because I didn\u2019t like it, but now I consider it my unique feature,\u201d I said, trying to make light of it. Martha looked at me puzzled. \u201cI\u2019m talking about the birthmark,\u201d I added for clarity. \u201cOh, yes. It\u2019s very nice,\u201d Martha said, rushing off. I didn\u2019t understand her behavior, but decided to ignore it. Maybe she remembered she was late for something. As I left the caf\u00e9, I felt a mix of relief and curiosity, wondering more about this woman who would be by my side during such an important moment.Time passed, and my due date was approaching. It was hard without David during this period, but Martha was very supportive. She visited almost every day and even helped with household chores. Her presence was comforting, and she always knew how to calm my nerves. I felt like Martha understood me like no one else, as if we were related, and I couldn\u2019t shake that feeling.David was supposed to fly back home that day, and I just hoped he would make it before our baby started to arrive. Martha and I were checking my hospital bag, probably for the tenth time due to my anxiety. \u201cDon\u2019t worry, I\u2019m sure everything you need is there. If anything is missing, I\u2019ll definitely bring it,\u201d Martha said, her voice calm and reassuring. \u201cI know, I just want everything to go perfectly,\u201d I replied, trying to hide my anxiety.\u201cOh, dear. This is childbirth; it can\u2019t be perfect. But your baby will be, and that\u2019s what matters,\u201d she said, smiling. \u201cThank you, Martha,\u201d I said, feeling a bit better. I went to the kitchen to pour myself some cold juice. As I approached the fridge, I felt something was wrong. I realized my water bag had broken. I immediately went to Martha. \u201cMy water broke,\u201d I said, panicking, my voice trembling.\u201cQuick, sit down,\u201d Martha said, helping me to the couch. Within seconds, I felt the first contraction and screamed. \u201cBreathe, remember how I taught you to breathe,\u201d Martha said. But the pain was too intense for me to think clearly. \u201cBreathe, Amber, breathe,\u201d she said, and it snapped me out of my panic. \u201cWhat did you call me?\u201d I asked, confused.\u201cI meant Sheila, sorry, I made a mistake,\u201d Martha said quickly. \u201cBut you need to focus on your breathing now.\u201d \u201cWhen I was born, they named me Amber. But my mother abandoned me, and my adoptive parents renamed me when I was a year old, right after they adopted me. Don\u2019t tell me this is a coincidence,\u201d I pressed her, my heart racing. \u201cSheila, it truly is just a coincidence,\u201d Martha said, her face serious.\u201cWhat happened to the baby? You said you gave birth but have no children. What happened to that baby?\u201d I asked, my voice rising. \u201cI gave her up for adoption,\u201d Martha answered quietly. \u201cIt was me, wasn\u2019t it? I felt something was off. I noticed we were too similar,\u201d I said, my voice shaking. \u201cSheila, you need to focus on your baby now,\u201d Martha said, trying to keep me calm.\u201cIt was me?!\u201d I shouted, feeling a mix of anger and confusion. \u201cYes,\u201d Martha admitted. \u201cAnd how long have you known?\u201d I demanded. \u201cSince our first meeting when I saw your birthmark,\u201d Martha said, her eyes filled with regret.\u201cI can\u2019t believe you\u2019ve been lying to me all this time!\u201d I cried, feeling betrayed. \u201cSheila, I wanted to do the right thing,\u201d she said, her voice breaking. \u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter. I don\u2019t want to see you,\u201d I said, struggling to get up from the couch, grabbing my hospital bag, and heading to the car. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d Martha shouted after me.\u201cI\u2019m driving myself to the hospital, and you can leave. I don\u2019t want to see you,\u201d I replied, my mind set. \u201cThat\u2019s dangerous!\u201d she shouted, but I ignored her. The contractions were coming fast, but I couldn\u2019t think about anything other than getting to the hospital and being away from Martha. I got into the car, feeling intense contractions but trying to drive anyway. The pain was overwhelming, making it hard to focus on the road. The drive to the hospital felt endless, each bump and turn amplifying the agony.I kept trying to call David, but he wasn\u2019t answering his phone. He was probably still on the plane. I prayed he would make it in time. When I finally reached the hospital, nurses surrounded me with concern. They asked me many questions I couldn\u2019t answer in my state. They quickly put me in a room, and a doctor told me I would give birth within two hours.My labor was progressing rapidly. David still hadn\u2019t called me back, and the worry added to my pain. My whole body was in agony, and I felt like I couldn\u2019t bear it any longer. Suddenly, I saw the door to the room open, and Martha walked in. \u201cI don\u2019t want to see you!\u201d I screamed, my voice filled with pain and anger. Martha calmly approached me. \u201cI called David. He was leaving the airport and should be on his way here,\u201d she said. \u201cI know you\u2019re angry, but I can help you until David arrives.\u201d\u201cI don\u2019t need anything from you!\u201d I shouted, but then another contraction began, making me cry out in pain. Martha breathed with me and applied a cold compress to my head. I decided to stop arguing. I really needed support, even if it was from the woman who had abandoned me and then lied. An hour later, the pushing began, and the doctor said it was time to give birth. \u201cI don\u2019t want to give birth without David!\u201d I cried. \u201cHe should be here soon.\u201d \u201cSweetheart, the baby is the priority now, and we can\u2019t delay,\u201d Martha said gently.\u201cNo! I want my husband by my side!\u201d I pleaded, but they didn\u2019t listen. The doctor and nurses gathered around me. \u201cPlease, wait for David!\u201d Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and a breathless David walked in. \u201cIt\u2019s okay, I\u2019m here,\u201d he said, taking my hand. Relief washed over me as I felt his strong grip. David and Martha supported and helped me as much as they could. Martha held my hand and reminded me to breathe, while David stayed by my side, encouraging me. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, my daughter was born. It was the best and happiest moment of my life. Her first cry filled the room, and tears of joy streamed down my face.A few hours after the birth, Martha came to me. David was asleep in a chair, holding our daughter. \u201cI\u2019m sorry for abandoning you and lying, but\u2014\u201d Martha began, her voice soft and filled with regret. I interrupted her, \u201cI don\u2019t want to talk about this now. But we will discuss it later, and you will explain everything to me.\u201dI didn\u2019t want to spoil this day with unpleasant conversations. Martha nodded sadly and was about to leave the room. \u201cCan you bring me some cold juice? I didn\u2019t get to drink it,\u201d I asked her, trying to keep things light. Martha smiled. \u201cOf course,\u201d she said and left the room. As I watched her go, I thought that now that I was a mother myself, maybe I could understand why she did what she did.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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