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Our doula ROCKED. All through planning for that wondrous, natural childbirth to the scary, last-minute, too-early C-section. Worth every penny.

I had a doula because I knew there was no way in hell I was letting my mother near the delivery room. I thought it would be like having a knowledgeable, supportive mother present. I don't know if I'd go that far, but it helped a lot.

I once did a delivery with dueling dulas...they honestly contradicted each other (and of course me) during the course of the delivery.

that being said, the amazing midwife (http://midwiferyinthemountains.com/) in our office came and helped with my wife's last delivery. If our friend, the midwife, hadn't recommended that the nurse call the OB/GYN we would have been spared his God-complex and the post-delivery prayer.

Find a good rational dula who has been to wherever you deliver before so she knows the nurses and can work as part of a team. This should not be an antagonistic process - everyone has the same goal of helping you deliver a healthy baby.

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    • L.A. 2009. I’m stuck in traffic on the 101 freeway, listening to Isabella Rosselini on NPR. Isabella, for some reason, mentions that starfish are one of those rare species that can reproduce asexually, and I realize that if I could do that, I wouldn't have to worry about finding a boyfriend/husband. I wouldn’t have to internet date! I wouldn't have to figure out if I want to/can/should have a baby/adopt a baby/child on my own. I wouldn't have to stress about things like FSH levels, or weigh my feelings on in vitro versus adoption. I would just have a baby. Thus began my starfish envy.
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