My passion for birth work started many years ago, even if I didn’t

recognize it at first.

 

  I was adopted as a young child by my grandparents. My mom (grandma)

was an incredibly kind woman with a huge heart for serving others. She

spent much of her time volunteering at church—making meals for clergy

and new moms, cleaning, and always showing up for those in need. She

also worked in healthcare as both an CNA and a RN, which helped shape

my early interest in the medical field. Looking back, I can see that my compassionate side was deeply rooted in her example. (May she rest in

peace.)

 

  Although the desire to be a mother was planted as early as 13, and I was

reading every labor and delivery book possible, I had no idea my stage was

being set for my future as a Doula.

Come senior year, I was job shadowing and prepping to study for

Ultrasound Tech, with full intention to enter the medical field.
That same year, I witnessed my first hospital birth—it was absolutely

fascinating. All of those things and more, yet I still didn’t see the path

clearly.

 

  Fast forward to my 20's, after struggling to conceive, I threw myself head

first into my culinary career. The kitchen became my world, and even

though I tried to walk away a few times, I always returned—drawn in by the

energy and familiarity.

 

  In 2020 everything shifted after finding out I was pregnant and I knew in

my heart that the kitchen was no longer where I belonged. Motherhood

had always been at the center of my heart, and now I was ready to fully

embrace it. Like many others, both my husband and I lost our jobs that

year—an unexpected but necessary push to finally step away from the

chef coat.

 

  That April, my greatest blessing arrived- my own baby, and that

experience changed everything in me. It was the most empowering

transformative moment of my life.

 

  At last came April 2024—the second that sealed it all. An expectant

mom/friend, was sent home too early from her birthing center, and called

me in a panic.

I rushed to her house and arrived to find her in active labor. Not long after

that, I was catching her baby in my arms, right there in her bathroom.

It was in that moment I knew. This was my calling, and from there,

everything aligned.

 

  That October, I received my doula certification, married my best friend, relaunched my cake business, and was re-baptized. After coming back to

Faith that year, I knew God had done His work with great intention and

divinely orchestrated, and now it was my turn to participate.

 

  Today, I feel honored to walk alongside other moms in their own birth

stories. I am here to advocate for your vision, respect and hold your space,

and offer unwavering love and support as you bring life into this world.

If you allow me to join you on your journey, I promise to honor your

beliefs, unite with you in moments of uncertainty, and dedicate and serve

you with my whole heart.

 

  Being a Doula is not your regular job, it’s a Ministry, it is a sacred thing

to be invited into your story, and will forever hold a place in my heart.