I wasn’t always a birth nerd…
In fact, I used to be a “get me to the hospital and gimme the epidural, stat” kinda girl.
Then I found out I was pregnant three days before the world shut down.
Suddenly I was navigating prenatal appointments solo, FaceTiming my husband during the first heartbeat appointment, and getting told I might have to labor alone, in a mask. No. Fucking. Chance.
When our hospital tour got canceled, I knew this wasn’t the birth I wanted. I had a few friends who had home births and I thought they were...absolutely insane.
But then I started digging.
A few documentaries (hello, The Business of Being Born) and some late-night rabbit holes later, we flipped the script completely—I switched from my OB to a Certified Professional Midwife and we decided to have our baby at home.
At 41 weeks and 3 days pregnant, after three brutal days of labor (shoutout to my asynclitic, nuchal-hand baby), I gave birth at home. And it changed everything.
I didn’t become
a doula because
I had the ideal
“perfect birth.”
I became a doula because birth woke something up in me.
The way my doula held space for me—through every doubt, contraction, and “I can’t do this”—lit a fire. Four months postpartum, I signed up for my first doula training.
Since then, I’ve attended over 100 births and supported hundreds of moms through pregnancy, labor, and postpartum.
And every single one has reminded me: birth is powerful as hell—but it’s also messy, unpredictable, and filled with moments where women get ignored or talked over.
That’s what I’m here to change.
So what do I do when I’m not at a birth?
I’m a mom (which means I’ve mastered the art of reheating coffee three times + still forgetting to drink it).
I’m a gestational surrogate—because apparently loving birth enough to do it for someone else is my personality now.
And I host The Birth Advocacy Podcast, where I say all the things no one else is saying about birth, hospitals, and the power of actually speaking up.
Basically, if I’m not at a birth, I’m probably on the couch in sweatpants, talking about birth, being forced to play princesses with my daughter, answering texts from my doula besties at 11pm, or watching trashy reality TV on Netflix with my hubs.
