01/01/2026
What a privilege ♥️🐝
Turning 40 was something I once thought I might never see.
Reaching this milestone felt deeply special, tender, grounding, and oh so powerful.
2025 was the year I stood in so many rooms, holding space while life cracked me wide open.
I attended 39 births.
Watched strength show up in quiet ways and loud ones.
Held hands. Adjusted pillows. Whispered “you’re doing it” more times than I can count. Wiped bums. Was peed on. Cried with you and without you. Panicked when babies started to overlap. Trusted whole heartedly. Loved each of you, deeply.
We hosted our classes…rooms full of questions, laughter, nervous excitement, and that moment when things click.
I rented out pools, then realized families needed more…so the home birth kits were born.
Practical, thoughtful, held with intention.
I signed up to become a certifying breastfeeding specialist. Because feeding support kept showing up, asking to be met more fully.
And in the meantime, I supported so many families with latch, positioning, tears, relief, and that soft exhale when feeding finally feels okay. Also tears of happiness when things worked out after WEEKS of working at it. So proud of you. Each of you.
This year wasn’t flashy.
It was steady.
It was relational.
It was built one conversation, one birth, one family at a time.
What a privilege it is to be invited into these moments.
To witness beginnings.
To be trusted in the tender, ordinary, extraordinary hours of birth and early parenting.
I’m tired in the good way.
Grateful in the deep-in-my-bones way.
And so honoured to do this work, in this community, with all of you.
Same time next year ♥️🐝