Behind all my work as a doula and a childbirth educator is Bryce. He is my rock and my constant support. How could I have known when I married him at 19 that he would prove to be such a loyal and supportive partner? I count myself very lucky to have him by my side. Our marriage is built on this supportive understanding. He tells me he wants to train for a marathon, or start a business with his brother, or write a book, or quit a job that is no longer working for him–I listen, I work through the details with him, I support him. I tell him I want to get my master’s degree, or birth out of hospital, or fly to California for a training, or become a doula–he listens, he works through the details with me, he supports me. It’s such a beautiful system.
How can I express how much his support means to me? He has never once grumbled about my work. Not even at 2 in the morning when I wake him to say that I’m heading to a birth and he’ll need to get the kids off to school in a few hours (because it’s always 2 in the morning). He mumbles, “Okay. I love you,” goes back to sleep and takes care of morning duties. Not even when I need to fly out of state and be gone for 3 days or a week for a training and he’s left running the household on his own. He says, “Okay. What do we need to do to make this happen?” Not even when I’m gone a couple nights a week working with families and we eat our dinner at 9 p.m. after he’s put the kids to bed. He says, “Okay. See you when you get back,” and brushes teeth and changes diapers.
He writes me notes telling me how proud he is of me and what a great job I’m doing. He listens when I come home with stories from a birth or when I need to vent. He tells me how amazing it is that I’ve found this work and that I should continue to pursue this passion.
He tells me that he’s talked to his boss and arranged it so he can come work from home whenever I need to attend a birth during the day so that I don’t have to scramble to find a babysitter.
He tells me he loves me.
And this means the world to me. Aren’t I the luckiest?






















