Since attending births and giving birth, I now understand that the superhero is the Mumma. She doesn't need a cape or undies on the outside, she's got all her power within. Thus far I've only been at homebirths (or the home-part of a hospital birth), so there has been no knife wielding surgeon, and no need for anyone to protect the Mumma. The idea of birth servant as hero is ludicrous to me these days. Birthing women don't need saving!
Experience has taught me that my job involves getting myself the hell out of the way! Stand back and let that Mumma release her powers. I'm sure it would be different if I were attending births in hospital where the black cloud of intervention looms and the dynamics of numerous staff come into play. I'm sure attending hospital births will teach me a lot of new lessons, when the time comes. But even then, it won't be about me protecting or saving the mother. It will be about finding a way to ensure that everyone else in the space stands back and lets the birthing woman be her own hero.
Now, that may require some ninja-doula skill... ;P
|My friend Sarah as a jedi-doula, a role I described to her in my birth plan (complete with this pic) last year.|