My Birthwork Journey

When I was six, 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 close family friend in hospice. I communicated with the medical staff, made sure everyone ate and rested, and read a poem for the group when she passed. After, I told a friend the story and learned the word, "doula."

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I've worked with young children my whole life: my own 6 siblings, babysitting, tutoring, summer camp work, developmental research in preschools, teaching early elementary school. 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 faint or be useless, but instead everything cliqued. I just knew when to hold a hand, offer water, step up, step back. I knew there was no going back. 

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I believe that all people deserve the information and support to have a satisfying birth experience. It's ok to want a health baby AND also a good birth experience! 

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I'm the queer child of a single parent and I love working with other queers and single-parent families.

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It's your birth, and I'd be honored to walk alongside you.