Hello, it’s lovely to ‘meet’ you. If you’re scrolling here because you’re seeking support for your upcoming birth or postpartum period, high five—well done for creating a container of safety and space for your transition. If you’re just interested in what I do, a fellow birth worker, or an old boyfriend (joke, I don’t have any of those), welcome to you, too!

The birth of my first baby, Leo, was long, traumatic, and made easier with the enduring support of my midwives and partner. Still, an unplanned c-birth and the untold fuckery of postpartum, breastfeeding, bleeding, and the loss of identity that followed left me feeling isolated, anxious, and depressed. It was then I decided to support folks postpartum.

11 months later, I was pregnant again. This time felt different, and at 35 weeks, I was diagnosed with an unusually large blood clot in my neck. I went on to have a suspected stroke, get admitted and discharged from the hospital three times, and begrudgingly, split my care between our beloved midwives and an OB. I advocated really hard to have a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean) and the stress took its toll. I went on to have a beautifully fast, five-hour labor and with the assist of a vacuum, our daughter, Domino, was born.

My postpartum experience with Domino involved a delayed postpartum hemorrhage, pleural effusion, chest tubes aplenty, and a six-week hospital stay with a newborn which ultimately ended in thoracic surgery to remove a tumor from my heart. It was unexpected and scary, and my body still carries the effects some two years later. As my midwives visited me after days-long shifts and made time to bring me food, weigh our baby, and support me out with the delivery ward, I understood the need for deep, collective community care.

I don't distinguish my birth and postpartum work from other areas of my life—when you get me, you get all of me—so I’m happy to share that I’m also a freelance copywriter and essayist, mother to three lovely, wild babes (two humans, one fur), a partner of 15 years to my boyfriend (yes, we’re not married - it’s a thing), and a dedicated tie-dyer who will, of course, proffer baby onesies for your newest arrival.