I like to joke that if I hear the ring tone I have specifically for clients out in the “real world” I get a little jolt of adrenaline. My body is so accustomed to “get up and get moving” when that ringer sounds, it is involuntary.
After 13 years of labor doula work, when I get that call in the middle of the night, my body instinctually knows “hey, this is a client.” My heart beats a little faster, and I listen a little more carefully.
After I hang up with a client, the first thing I do is hop down the stairs to start a cup of coffee. While I’m waiting for my coffee to brew, I’ll fill up my water bottle, grab my purse, keys, and a snack and I set them by the back door. Once the coffee finishes brewing, I fix a cup right away, pour one into a travel mug to set by my keys, and read over my client notes. Then I head back upstairs to put on my unofficial labor uniform. (For me, it’s simply a branded t-shirt with leggings and Chacos or tennis shoes, depending on the weather.
After about 20 minutes, I’m put together, semi- caffeinated, and ready to grab my bag and essentials to head out the door. I leave a little note for my family to read in the morning. I take my things out to the car and sit in the driver’s seat. I take two deep breaths, while still sitting in my garage before I leave my house. Then, I’m on my way.
I’m sure it’s unconventional, but if I’m tired and need some waking up, I listen to the very loudest hip hop that I can: maybe it’s some Biggy, maybe some Puff Daddy. The classics. (It doesn’t happen often, but if I’m feeling stressed or uneasy, I typically will listen to music that is more calming to me. )
When I arrive at the hospital, I take 2 more deep breaths, calming my spirit and my mind. I walk across the parking lot now completely awake and rejuvenated, and I’m ready to support my client through whatever lies ahead.
