During my daughter’s birth. I labored in a tub was rocking all my tools, presence and breath.
But then I transition hit and I was DONE.
Every fiber of my being felt like…”I just can’t do this anymore!”
I began to actively resist the contractions.
My doula brought her face close to mine and said, “Sheila, look into my eyes and breathe with me.”
I surrendered into her calm loving presence and with her breath, it felt like she carried me through to the other side where I was ready to push.
Could I have made it through anyway?
For sure.. but it would have been excruciating and exhausting.
With her gaze and presence, everything in me relaxed and the intensity washed over me.