03/07/2026
Some doula work happens in bright, joyful rooms filled with anticipation and the sound of a baby’s first cry.
And some doula work happens in quiet hospital settings.
While I’m walking these halls beside a mom as she is preparing to say hello and goodbye at the same time.
When people think of doulas, they often picture celebration — labor support, encouragement, cheering a mother on as her baby enters the world.
But doula work doesn’t disappear when loss enters the story.
If anything, it becomes even more important. More sacred, more holy.
My role is still the same in so many ways.
Advocating for this mama.
Helping navigate decisions she never imagined having to make.
Encouraging a mother through labor.
Holding space for a mom who is carrying both deep love and unimaginable grief at the same time.
Some births are filled with celebration.
Some births are filled with quiet, sacred moments that the world outside these hospital walls may never see.
But every birth deserves dignity.
Every baby deserves to be acknowledged and honored.
And every parent deserves support as they meet their child — even when they know they won’t be bringing them home.
Bereavement birth is still birth.
These parents are still parents.
And these babies still matter.
Sometimes this work looks different.
But my heart of doula care — presence, advocacy, compassion, and holding space — remains exactly the same.
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