Wild & Free Birth Wellness

04/27/2026

It’s been nearly 14 months since our sixth baby was born… and I’ve been reflecting on this journey a lot lately.

I’ve always been an oversupplier, no matter what I do. For a long time I didn’t fully understand it… but over the years, I’ve learned to lean into it and **use it to serve my village**.

What my body makes isn’t just for us.

Nearly 8,000 ounces donated.
7 different babies nourished.
Including two sets of twins. 🤍

Tiny lives.
Late night pumps.
Full freezers.
Milk bags labeled with love.

There’s something so humbling about knowing your body can help sustain not just your own baby… but others too. Especially in those early, tender days when mamas are working so hard to build their own supply or just need a little extra support.

It hasn’t always been easy.
It’s meant extra time.
Extra energy.
Extra intention.

But it has also been one of the most meaningful ways I’ve been able to give.

A quiet kind of service.
A behind-the-scenes offering.
A way to show up for other mothers and their babies when they need it most.

I don’t take it lightly.

Just… deeply, deeply grateful. 🤍

04/17/2026

Drop your favorite birth photo in the comments!

I want to see them all!

04/17/2026

Simple living heals something deep in the nervous system.

Not because it’s aesthetic…
but because it slows us down enough to breathe again.

In a world that constantly pulls us to hurry, to consume, to do more…
choosing simple is almost rebellious.

Less noise.
Less rushing.
Less pressure to keep up.

More presence.
More connection.
More awareness of the life right in front of you.

It looks like slower mornings.
Meals made at home.
Children underfoot instead of constantly in a rush to the next thing.
Time to notice the way the light hits your kitchen or the sound of laughter in another room.

And your body feels it.

Your shoulders drop.
Your breath deepens.
Your mind quiets.

Because your nervous system was never designed to live in constant stimulation and urgency.

It was designed for rhythm.
For rest.
For steady, grounded living.

Simple living doesn’t remove responsibility.
It just removes the excess… the unnecessary weight we were never meant to carry.

And in that space…
you begin to feel like yourself again.

More rooted.
More present.
More alive in your actual life.

And somehow…
that changes everything. 🤍

04/17/2026

Homeschooling isn’t school at home.
It’s life… with intention.

It’s not about recreating a classroom at the kitchen table.
It’s about recognizing that learning is already happening… and choosing to be present in it.

Some days look like books and lessons.
Math at the table.
Reading on the couch.
Writing, practicing, focusing.

And some days look like conversations that go deeper than any worksheet ever could.
Questions that lead to curiosity.
Real life moments that turn into real understanding.

Both are learning.

Because education isn’t confined to a schedule or a curriculum.
It happens in the everyday rhythms of life.

In the kitchen while baking.
Outside exploring.
In the middle of hard questions.
In the quiet moments of discovery.

It looks like following a child’s curiosity instead of constantly redirecting it.
It looks like slowing down enough to notice what they’re drawn to.
It looks like trusting that growth doesn’t always look structured.

Some days feel productive.
Some days feel messy.
Some days feel like nothing “got done.”

But something is always being built.

Connection.
Confidence.
A love for learning.

Because at the end of the day…
this isn’t just about raising educated children.

It’s about raising whole humans.

Humans who know how to think.
Who know how to ask questions.
Who feel safe to learn, grow, and become who they were created to be.

And that kind of education doesn’t fit neatly into a box. 🤍

04/15/2026

Birth doesn’t respond well to pressure.
It responds to safety.

A woman’s body doesn’t open when she feels watched, rushed, or managed…
it opens when she feels secure, supported, and undisturbed.

Because your nervous system is not separate from your birth.
It is central to it.

When you feel safe, your body releases oxytocin…
the hormone that drives contractions, softens the cervix, and guides your baby down.

When you feel fear, pressure, or stress, your body shifts into protection mode.
Adrenaline rises.
Oxytocin is inhibited.
Labor can slow, stall, or become more intense and painful.

This is not your body failing.
This is your body responding exactly as it was designed to.

Just like any mammal, birth requires a sense of safety.
Privacy.
Dim light.
Familiar space.
Trusted people.

This is why environment matters.
This is why who is in the room matters.
This is why how you are spoken to matters.

Because birth is not just physical…
it is hormonal, emotional, and deeply instinctive.

When a woman feels safe enough to soften, to surrender, to go inward…
her body begins to open in the way it was always designed to.

Not forced.
Not managed.
But unfolded.

Protect her peace.
Protect her space.
Protect her nervous system.

Because when a woman feels safe…
birth flows. 🤍

04/14/2026

The first act of civil disobedience recorded in the Bible was committed by midwives.

Let me tell you their story.

In Exodus 1, we meet Shiphrah and Puah, two Hebrew midwives living under Egyptian oppression. Pharaoh, afraid of the growing Hebrew population, gave them a direct order: kill every Hebrew baby boy at birth.

These midwives said no.

They defied the most powerful man in Egypt. They risked their own lives to protect the babies they were called to serve. They looked Pharaoh in the face and lied to him, telling him the Hebrew women were too strong, too vigorous, that the babies were born before the midwives could even arrive.

And because of their courage, an entire generation of Hebrew boys lived. Including Moses, who would eventually lead his people to freedom.

The Bible says: “So God was kind to the midwives… And because the midwives feared God, he gave them families of their own.” (Exodus 1:20-21)

God honored their courage. Their defiance. Their protection of life in the face of authoritarian power. Thousands of years later, midwives are still fighting. Not against genocide, thank God. But against systems and policies that try to control how, where, and with whom women can give birth. We fight for a woman’s right to choose homebirth when it’s safe for her, informed consent instead of coerced interventions, bodily autonomy in birth spaces, access to physiologic birth instead of routine intervention, and the freedom to birth without unnecessary interference. We stand between families and systems that don’t always have their best interests at heart.

Just like Shiphrah and Puah, midwives today protect families’ rights to make their own choices about their bodies and their births. We push back against policies that restrict birth options. We advocate for informed consent when providers pressure unnecessary interventions. We honor women’s autonomy even when it’s countercultural. We believe that families, not institutions, should be the decision-makers in birth. This is sacred work. Not just catching babies. But protecting the fundamental right of families to choose how they bring their children into the world.

Shiphrah and Puah set the standard thousands of years ago: midwives serve families, not systems. We protect life and honor autonomy, even when authorities tell us otherwise. And just like God honored those ancient midwives for their courage, we trust that standing for families’ rights is exactly where we’re called to be.

“The midwives, however, feared God and did not do what the king of Egypt had told them to do; they let the boys live.” - Exodus 1:17

03/25/2026

Signs your body needs mineral support 👇

This is the stuff most people miss…

You’re tired… but wired.
You wake up exhausted even after a full night of sleep.

You crave salt, sugar, or chocolate constantly.

You feel anxious, overwhelmed, or on edge for no clear reason.

You get headaches, muscle cramps, or eye twitches.

Your cycle feels off…
PMS hits hard…
or your hormones feel all over the place.

You feel dizzy when you stand up.
Your energy crashes in the afternoon.

Your hair is thinning.
Your skin feels dry.
Your nails are brittle.

You’re doing “all the right things”…
eating clean, working out, drinking water…
but you still don’t feel good in your body.

This isn’t a willpower problem.

It’s often a mineral depletion problem.

Years of stress, pregnancy, postpartum, breastfeeding, dieting, and high demand on your body can quietly drain your mineral stores.

And when minerals are low…
nothing runs well.

Not your energy.
Not your hormones.
Not your metabolism.

Your body isn’t broken.
It’s asking for support.

Save this if you’ve been feeling off and can’t figure out why.
This could be your missing piece. 🤍

03/24/2026

What “undisturbed birth” actually means…

It doesn’t mean you’re alone.
It doesn’t mean there’s zero support.
It doesn’t mean no one is allowed in the room.

It means no one interrupts what your body already knows how to do.

Undisturbed birth looks like:
• No unnecessary hands inside your body
• No one putting you on a clock
• No pressure to perform or “progress”
• No bright lights, noise, or constant questions pulling you out of your rhythm

It means:
• You move how your body tells you to move
• You eat, drink, rest, and vocalize freely
• You follow your instincts instead of instructions
• You are trusted

Because birth is not something that needs to be managed at every turn.
It’s something that unfolds… when a woman feels safe enough to surrender to it.

Undisturbed birth is not about doing nothing.
It’s about not doing what isn’t needed.

It’s about protecting the environment…
protecting the hormones…
protecting the mother’s focus…

So her body can do what it was designed to do.

The truth?
Most “complications” don’t start with the body.
They start with the disturbance.

When you remove the noise, the pressure, the unnecessary interference…
what’s left is something powerful, instinctive, and deeply sacred.

This is what birth looks like when it’s led by the mother, not controlled by the system.

Save this. Share this.
More women deserve to know this. 🤍

03/24/2026

Absolutely wild.
Absolutely NOT ok.

It’s things like this that make it hard to trust the medical system and then they wonder why women don’t partake.

A follower commented this on one of my posts regarding epidurals....

03/15/2026

👁️ Did you ever wonder why the baby’s taken across the room? Why the cord is clamped fast, the mother left shaking, the lights so bright it feels like judgment?

Did you ever feel the stillness—the eerie quiet when the father’s hands are empty, the grandmother’s not in the room, and the newborn is nowhere near a breast?

It’s not just medicine.
It’s not just policy.
It’s a ritual.
And it’s not ours.

🧬 They inject pig-derived Pitocin to mimic the hormone God designed to flood a woman’s brain in labor. But it doesn’t reach the brain. It only contracts the body.
The love doesn’t flow.
The imprint doesn’t land.
The bonding doesn’t seal.
Just pressure. Just force.

💉 Synthetic love.
⚡ Counterfeit release.
🧠 Neurological silence.

And while the woman is watched but not touched, while the baby is wiped but not suckled, while the father is praised for being “supportive” but not leading—
they cut the thread.

👶 The mother-baby dyad was made to reflect divine intimacy. To pass down trust, peace, protection.
But when it’s broken—
the body remembers.
The child stores the grief.
The mother learns disconnection.
The father fades from view.

That’s how it starts. But it doesn’t end there.

Then come the bottles.
The cribs.
The high chairs.
The eight-hour separations called school.
The praise of independence that is really just early detachment.
The lie that the nuclear family is enough. That Mom runs the home. That Dad is just for weekends. That children are safest raised by strangers in buildings funded by gods they do not know.

🕳️ We are not looking at broken systems.
We are looking at precision-engineered fragmentation.

And you feel it. You’ve felt it all along.
That something was taken before you could name it.
That someone was missing even while you were being told you had “everything you need.”

But listen: the lie only wins if we let it.
And we won’t.
We are pulling the babies back to the breast.
We are restoring the mother's voice in the birth room.
We are putting grandmothers back at the table.
We are praying over the placenta.
We are keeping them close at night.
We are burning the counterfeit and walking in the design.
This is not soft work.
It is a holy war