It’s 3 a.m. when the call comes.
Through the quiet of the night, I hear my phone ringing.
On the other end of the line is a partner’s voice, trembling, charged with anticipation, excitement and uncertainty. In the background, I can hear a woman’s moans, deep, primal and rhythmic.
“She’d like you to come now,” he says.
“I’m on my way,” I whisper back.
I get out of bed, moving gently through the darkness, turning on gentle soft lights to wake me up and guide my way.
The world is silent, suspended between night and day. It appears timeless.Â
I make coffee, prepare some sandwiches and snacks to bring with me, splash cool water on my face, and gather what I might need in a bag; a change of clothes, a rebozo, essential oils, combs, little sacred trinkets.
Mostly, what I carry with me is presence.
My gift is my hands & my heart.
When I step outside, the air is cool and clear.
The stars glimmer. The land is sleeping.
I always ...
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And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
In this blog post I will share with you why I love it and also give you glimpse into the magic of birth through the birth photos of 4 of my beautiful clients births that I had the privilege and honor of attending, witnessing and holding space for. Â
Few people can say they witness miracles for a living.
As a birth worker, I get to stand in the presence of life itself unfolding, watching a mother step into her power, a baby take their first breath, and a family be forever changed.
No two births are the same, yet every single one carries this inexplicable magic—a moment so profound it imprints itself on everyone present.
To be invited into this moment is nothing short of a gift, one that I will never take for granted.
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