As seasons change, and years pass, I've found myself constantly shedding layers that no longer serve or nourish the most authentic version of myself, and the woman (or womban- as my birth cohort calls it), I’m ever evolving into.
I’ve long known that a point in time would come when I could no longer ignore the call of birth work and midwifery.
The fall equinox of 2023 officially brought about that time, and it was then that I knew, to the depths of my soul, that it was time to answer the call.
Doing so brought about many changes, including stepping away from my practice as a perinatal/pediatric chiropractor, and creating space to both witness families birth, and document their stories.
25 years ago I was bit by the “bug of birth” and it’s lived deep within my soul ever since.
My passion for birth is built on the foundation that the journey into motherhood, whether it be for your 1st time or your 12th, is transformational and you deserve to be celebrated, elevated, heard, and witnessed every step of the way.
When Rob proposed it hailed, when we got married it snowed, and now, perfectly timed, in the middle of a 2017 snow storm, I gave birth of our firstborn; a beautiful baby girl, born in the comfort of our own home. It was the most incredible and empowering day of my life.
Since then, I've been blessed to give birth three more times. Each one has stretched and transformed me to my very core, and in different ways than the births previous.
My second birth was the most humbling and transformative experience of my life. My third, the most unexpected, yet beautiful, and my fourth, my most peaceful and healing.
Birth, in all its forms, changes us, and that, although often hard and messy, is one of my favorite things.