I have discovered the beauty of Middlesex Hospital, as day rolled into night Heather had put me on notice and like so many births I walk into her birth as I was leaving behind the stress of life, my Grandma had broken her hip the day before and was up at my family’s cottage in Salem CT. Heather was a little early and was not sure if it was really time, she first wanted her husband, a fireman to come home and then like so many mom’s the surges would calm down making her wonder if it was really happening, but we continued to stay in contact throughout the day she was still not ready to call me in. She was finally ready to call me in at 8pm when she decided to go to Middlesex Hospital, I arrived at 9 pm as her husband was inflating there rented birthing tub, a wonderful plus for a natural mama’s. She discovered that she was only 3cms, and I settled in for a long night drinking a some coffee and sharing a dozen donuts with the staff (something I like to do). The surges were continuous one after another but very short, and the tension was filling the air, so I got very quiet and very close finding spots to provide counter pressure but what helped the most was watching her wave raise up, and then reminding her to breath “2 more deep breaths and the surge will be over, then close your eyes and rest”, that simple reminder helped, she visualized her muscles working perfectly together, and in a few short hours she felt her body open up. I was amazed, in awe and bewilder quite honestly. She followed her bodies lead, she felt her body tell her to push, to nudge to open up. She opened up triumphing over her fear and let go releasing all of her energy and with one nudge we saw Griffin emerge shocking the nurse to no end. I was exhilarated, the energy filled the room, love overpowered us. Griffin was born calm and beautiful. I was honored to be apart of his and her birth. I love being a doula.