So many phone calls. I hate phone calls. They trigger an anxious response in me. One that can be overcome, but usually not without quite a bit of awkwardness.
This is not how I want to come off to my new potential clients. This is not what I signed up for. I signed up for my dream job; for spending time alongside mothers and their babies, sharing laughs and smiles in real time, delighting in the joys of parenting while holding space for the sorrows and hardships. This is some strange version of that. Where you struggle to even connect through spotty service, and the limited interaction that can be had over the phone or video. No sharing space, no hands on, no smiling from across the room as we both delight in what baby is accomplishing, and no end in sight.
But we must push forward. For our moms, for ourselves, and for the small moments where we feel truly connected with them, even from miles away.
Although this is not the situation I envisioned when returning from Unit 2 in March, it is the reality. And the reality is that we’re still helping people tremendously through this time.
Our moms feel heard and cared for as we make such an effort to remain available to them. I can only take this as an opportunity to become comfortable with phone calls, which I may never have been forced to accomplish otherwise.