My dad wore a Camelback to my daughter’s birth. What do you find weirder—that my dad was in the room when I gave birth or that he was wearing a device normally reserved for outdoor recreation inside a hospital? Let me explain both. When it came time for me to decide who would be present at my daughter’s birth, things got confusing. I’d never done this thing before—pushing a being out of my own body—and as such, had no idea what it would feel like or who I would want by my side while it happened.
My dad was my doula
My dad was my doula
My dad was my doula
My dad wore a Camelback to my daughter’s birth. What do you find weirder—that my dad was in the room when I gave birth or that he was wearing a device normally reserved for outdoor recreation inside a hospital? Let me explain both. When it came time for me to decide who would be present at my daughter’s birth, things got confusing. I’d never done this thing before—pushing a being out of my own body—and as such, had no idea what it would feel like or who I would want by my side while it happened.