Today/this week has been a lot.
I love and am deeply passionate about my work as a doula. But goodness, it can drain a person.
Birth is unpredictable and intense, always.
Even when things end up generally well, when things don't go as planned and the unexpected happens, it's hard.
When you're connected to the people going through things - which you are as someone's doula - it's really hard to see things not go as planned.
Holding space despite very strong emotions that really want to be expressed can be really freaking hard.
Tonight, I'm going to sleep, basically when I'm done writing this out. And this weekend, I'm going to make it to a yoga class, or a massage, or just something that will fill me back up and give me some much needed fuel. Because, damn, I deserve it.