A Father's Touch: How I Found My Place in Maternity Care
The first time I assisted a mother in labor, my hands trembled—not from fear, but from the weight of the moment. I was a man, stepping into a space traditionally reserved for women. “Can he do it?” someone had whispered earlier, a question that echoed the doubts I carried myself. But that night, amidst the soft cries of pain and the encouraging voices of the medical team, I discovered something remarkable. The Unexpected Journey Growing up, I never imagined I’d find myself in maternity care. My dreams were like those of many boys—action-packed and far removed from diapers and delivery rooms. But life has a way of surprising us. It began with a friend’s casual suggestion: “Why don’t you try midwifery? You’re compassionate and good at calming people.” At first, I laughed it off. Midwifery? Me? But as I researched more about the field, something clicked. This wasn’t just about delivering babies; it was about being there for people during one of the most vulnerable and miraculous moments o...