My niece had asked me to become her so-called doula. By the
time I arrived at the hospital, the new addition to the family had arrived
already. The baby had come four weeks early, but the nurses were ready,
preparing her for the new world. The newborn was hungry; so they fed her as my
niece gradually recovered from the anesthesia. But once awakened, they were
adamant that my niece hold her baby and make the “skin-to-skin” connection—the
bonding process. The newborn needed connection and love to feel safe in the
cold, sterile room outside the warm womb that had incuba…
