My Birthwork Journey

When I was 6, I looked at my mom and said, "You're pregnant." She looked shocked and asked how I knew. She was only a few weeks in, and not showing yet. Doula work came for me. Early.

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As an adult, I was invited to attend a death of a family friend in hospice. I communicated with the medical staff, made sure everyone ate and rested, and read a poem as she passed. After, I told the story and learned the word, "doula."

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I trained in 2019 with Ancient Song in Brooklyn, NY. During the 12 week courseI learned that birth doulas are not just snack-pushers or hip-squeezers. There is a maternal mortality crisis in the US, and it disproportionately affects Black women. Doulas are advocates, witnesses, and guides. 

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I come from three generations of caregivers. I've worked with young children my whole life: my own 6 siblings, babysitting in my small town in MA, research in preschools during college, teaching elementary school on the West Side of Chicago and leading a school in Harlem, NY. Small children puking on you definitely prepares you for some aspects of birth! 

 

Even so, at my first birth I was terrified that I'd be useless or in the way, but instead everything clicked. I knew when to hold a hand, offer water, or silently hold space. And, I knew there was no going back. 

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Birth never goes as planned, but if you are satisfied with your options and choices, then I know I've done my job. It's ok to want a health baby AND also a good birth experience! 

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I love working with other queer folx and single-parent families. It's your birth. From home birth & unmedicated labors to induction & cesareans, I'd be honored to walk alongside you. 

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When I am not attending births, you might find me gardening with my wife, crocheting, reading, walking my naughty little dog Coconut, or running. 

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(pictured is me at my second birth, 2020)