*WARNING* This could be a sad read for some of you, so please don't read if you think it might bother you. I don't normally share this with pregnant mommas, so be forewarned.
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My story is long, too, so I copied/pasted it from when I posted it on the CAPPAinfo Yahoo Group several months ago, with a few revisions (saves me some typing!

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Early on Dec. 27, 1995 (my sister & bil's wedding anniversary), I
received a phone call from my younger
sister. I heard, "My baby died."

She was 32 weeks gestation with
baby #2 (her first girl). I drove 12 hours to get to her (I just
HAD to be with her). My heart ached so for her that I thought I'd
just die; I couldn't bear that she was in so much emotional pain.
As a mommy myself, it about killed me to think of how she must be
hurting. I wanted to take the pain away from my little sister...but
I couldn't.
She was immediately admitted to start ripening her cervix and then
induction. For two days I stayed with her & her dh helping with
labor support (she did eventually receive an epidural, which in this
case was merciful I think). Anyway, to make a very long story
somewhat shorter, it was the most difficult, heart-wrenching experience
of my life to date. It was also very beautiful. I held my beautiful,
perfect looking niece who was born asleep. I rocked her and kissed her
"goodbye" until I see her again in Heaven.
Years later, I had discovered that I had 'doula-ed' for my sister
and bil, although I had never heard of a doula at that time. My
niece's stillbirth was the first birth I had ever experienced (other
than me birthing my own), and my niece left me with an amazing
gift.. a God-given passion for childbirth. I longed to see a baby born
alive with pure joy and no heart-ache...moving and crying and nursing.
Although I wish she was here with us today, she is what started my
Doula journey, and I will forever be grateful. I feel so blessed to
be a Labor Doula! For me, the miracle of birth and LIFE, and the joy of a
newborn are nothing short of wonderful to behold!
Having faced the trauma of stillbirth as a support person, I know
how difficult it is to experience and to later process. As difficult
as I know it would be to do all over again, I'd do it again in a
heartbeat. It is truly a labor of love with all those involved, and
our jobs as Doulas are so very important, especially when the going
gets tough. Maybe this experience can be a blessing to some other
momma someday who is birthing a sleeping babe as I 'doula' her.
If I ever support another stillbirth, I would be very sad.....but oh
so willing! It would be hard to keep me away!
Of course....I do not tell my clients this version of why I became a doula. When asked (and as written on my website), I simply say that I was with my sister and bil for the birth of my beautiful niece. I say that I found that labor support came naturally for me and that it was that experience that birthed a passion in me for labor support and childbirth. (That's all true, but
watered down quite a bit!)
I didn't have doulas for my kids' births (had never heard of one), and KNOW that things could've gone better; but unlike many doulas, that's not what started my doula journey.
I like to think of my God-given passion for this doula journey as Jesica's gift to her Aunt Lori. 
When there are tears in my eyes as I witness the miracle of birth each and every time.....it is the greatest honor and blessing. What an awesome gift!!!

I LOVE being a doula! So.....that's my story!