I felt the pressure of his 9-year-old hands on my lower back as I tried to surrender to the power of my birthing body. I had applied the “sacrum press” thousands of times myself in my career as a birth doula. Thanks to Pax, the surge immediately felt easier. “Just relax, Mama,” he said as he continued to hold space for me in the most loving, patient, and devoted way. My firstborn child: Pax, my 9-year-old son. My unexpected doula. After my…
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