10/09/2025
National Midwifery Week
There’s a sound I’ll never forget.
It’s not the first cry of a newborn, though that sound will forever make my heart swell.
It’s the deep, trembling sigh a mother lets out when she realizes she made it through—when she feels her baby against her skin and knows, without a doubt, that she is powerful beyond measure.
That sound… that release… it’s holy.
Midwifery has taught me to listen—to the rhythm of contractions, to the silence between heartbeats, to the quiet prayers whispered under breath when fear meets faith.
Every birth reminds me that this work is ancient.
It’s more than catching babies. It’s holding space for transformation. It’s standing at the threshold between life and death, between doubt and courage, between “I can’t” and “I did.”
There are days the weight of this calling feels heavy.
The long nights, the tears, the prayers whispered in the car before walking into a birth space. But then—there’s that moment. That first cry. That mama’s sigh. That baby’s eyes searching for the voice they already know.
And I remember why I’m here.
To every midwife—especially my Black sisters doing this sacred, often unseen work—thank you.
We carry more than tools and charts; we carry legacy, healing, and hope for generations not yet born.
This week, I honor all of us.
The ones who rise in the middle of the night.
Who trust birth even when the world doesn’t.
Who remind families that birth is not a medical event—it’s a miracle, and it deserves reverence.
With gratitude and love,