By: Kajan Doyle
A postpartum doula can be a valuable resource for new parents in the first days/weeks post birth. Available half days, full days, and even overnight, they bring evidence based information, emotional and physical support, and their own “tricks of the trade” to families with newborns. In this week’s post, a new mom gives a look inside “A Day in the Life” with her postpartum doula.
8:30 am: New Mom- “Don’t poop, do not poop until M gets here” I will my newborn. My three week old is nestled against my neck snoring contently. My heart AND my bladder are full. I have no idea how many times I’ve been asleep and/or awake in the last twelve hours but I can tell you one thing… I’m EXCITED! My postpartum doula is about to walk through that door and I will once again be able to tend to my most basic needs like showering, and eating with BOTH a knife and a fork!
9:00 am: M walks in, scoops up my little peanut, and gets her ready for the day with a diaper and outfit change. I revel in having two free hands. M and I chat about our goals for the day making a list for me and one for the baby. She asks if I have a baby wrap. I haul out the laundry basket full of long, oversized scarves that I haven’t had the time or energy to figure out. She gives a quick demo with one of her favorites, The Moby, and I almost think I could do it. But, first things first, I’m off to shower!
9:30 am: I take the longest hottest shower ever! When I come back M’s unloaded the dishwasher AND made me breakfast which I gleefully scarf down with the above-mentioned utensils.
10:30 am: It’s time for the peanut to eat, and I’m ready for more baby snuggles. I’m breastfeeding and it’s great to have a postpartum doula who is also a lactation consultant. We work on the football hold which M taught us on her last visit. The baby seems to take to this better and it’s more comfortable on my C-section scar. I’ve been blessed with a great sleeper, but she’s also a sleepy eater so when the baby falls asleep on the boob…again…we work on keeping my supply up with pumping.
11:00am: Naptime, I’ve been dreaming about this all day. M takes the baby in the living room and I head off to bed. See you soon!
1:30pm: I’m up and ready for another feed, back to the boob goes the peanut while I eat some avocado toast. The baby’s hungry this time and I don’t even need to implement any of M’s coaxing techniques. We nurse in the glider as I stare at “Baby TV” a.k.a. her adorable faces, then attempt to watch an episode of “The Crown” for the third time. It seems vaguely familiar but I’m not retaining much these days so I watch it again, having a full-on conversation with my newborn about how the pros and cons of a constitutional monarchy and my obsession with the brits (she’s so fascinated she poops.)
2:30pm: After a quick diaper change from M, the baby and I are back in the glider. I notice that while I’ve been dead to the world, M’s been busy. The baby’s ginsu-like nails have been filed. I hate to go on about this but I must. This is my ABSOLUTE least favorite task… imagine trying to blow dry your hair, while on a tightrope, except the tightrope is on fire and you’re wearing mittens and you have the real and terrifying risk of drawing blood on your baby, this is what it’s like trying to clip or trim baby nails.
3:30pm: The baby’s back with M, who puts her in the Moby wrap and heads down to the basement to handle the laundry that she somehow managed to throw in while I was nursing. I head to the office with every intention of dealing with the thank you notes for the pile of baby gifts that have come, but instead spend a half hour posting pictures of her squishy adorable face on Instagram.
4:30pm: Back on the boob for another feed, and another sleep. This time we’re in the living room. I’m chatting with M (and writing my thank you notes) as she folds the baby’s clothes. Tiny humans go through A LOT of laundry. I thought about taking another cat nap, but it’s actually nice to have a hot cup of tea and a conversation with another adult.
5:00 pm: After another quick Moby wrap demo and M leaves a clean, relaxed mom, baby wearing the world’s most adorable baby…I can’t wait for another day with my postpartum doula!