Today I spent three hours at the Prematernal Home giving back and foot massages. I used Charisma, Lemon Zest Shea Butter, and mango butter for massages. Then I used strawberry-lemon, orange, grapefruit, or lavender oil in the foot soak.
It was truly a gratifying experience. They were all so happy I was there! One even told me when she heard the director announce I’d be coming, she ran out in the hallway and signed up first! I kept the list of their names as a memento.
They told me about their kids and showed me pictures and videos of birthdays and all that. So many chubby faced love bugs! 🥰Some were having their first and others already had 4 or 5 other children. They had me cracking up when they told me about the way people look at them when they’re in Hawaii. The Yu’pik walk around in t-shirts and shorts in 70 degree weather; but Hawaiians are freezing cold! 🤧🥶🤣
Several of them mentioned they’d hoped their husbands could make it in time. They were wondering who else was a doula in town and apparently I’m the only one here. So I’m glad they said they’ll ask their doctors at their upcoming appointments about having one.
The issue, as I’ve begun to understand it, is that Medicare only pays for the mother’s flight. So these women are flown in around week 37 and stay in the Prematernal Home until delivery. In some cases, they’re flown to Anchorage if there are complications. But either way, if they’re here from a village, chances are they’re by themselves.
If Medicare won’t pay for a companion flight, I wonder if they’ll pay for doulas to be there instead? I’ll have to look into the laws and bills and such. Mama Shafia did it in Oregon. I wonder if I’ll do the same here?
Today I found out I won’t be continuing at my job after my contract ends. To say the least, I was stunned. I thought they were going to keep me on! When the HR lady asked if I had any questions, I said nope. No need to ask if they’ve already made their decision.
I was already unhappy with my hours being so long and my schedule being erratic. A few months ago, I told myself “I have got to get out here. I need to focus on what I love and work for myself.” My doula certification is in a few months, and I already wanted to immerse myself in that world. I also plan to travel and see other parts of the world.
It’s weird but I kinda felt relieved, although the process was happening much faster than I’d planned.
I called my mom and she said “you’re like a cat. You always land on your feet.” That was the perfect encouragement in that moment, particularly because I knew she was right. I know things always have a way of falling into place in my life, I’m just curious about the shape things will take in the next six weeks.
Thank God I have a vacation on the horizon. I’ll definitely need a beautiful escape.