Kindred Souls Birth

01/31/2026

Midwife appreciation post ✨
My dear friend, mentor, and sister in Christ - you are so loved by this (not so) little family! ♥️

09/17/2025

🥚✨ A Rare Look at the Human Egg! ✨🥚

Did you know the human egg is the largest cell in the body — and one of the few you can actually see with the naked eye? 👀

At just 0.1 millimeters across (about the size of a grain of fine sand or the dot on this page ➡️ . ), it might seem tiny, but compared to other cells it’s a giant:
• 🩸 Red blood cell = 7x smaller
• 🧬 S***m cell = 20x smaller

This rare photo captures an egg being released from the o***y — a glimpse of life at its very beginning. 🌱

Would you have guessed you could actually see a single human cell without a microscope? 🔬👶

09/06/2025

I've received some inquires over the last two weeks and I wanted to let everyone know that I have seen them!

It's nearly impossible to keep up with everything right now, and I'm protecting my space for a few weeks as we adjust to being a family of 6.
Please be patient with me as I transition again into a new phase of motherhood, I promise I'll be reaching back out soon and that I haven't forgotten about anyone!

07/28/2025

Sometimes a girl just needs a big spotlight as she makes her entrance into the world 💫💛

07/17/2025

Baby 4's countdown is on!

It's making me too excited to think that I could be holding this baby in 4 weeks (probably 6 but a girl can pray).
Trying really hard to soak up these last few weeks as a mom of 3, but we are all eagerly waiting to find out who this little one is (especially indie, she checks on baby everyday🥹)

05/28/2025

You’re gripping the pool handles so tight your knuckles are white. The contractions are coming harder now, and that voice in your head—the one that’s been whispering doubts for months—is getting louder: “What if I can’t do this? What if my body fails me again?”

This is the moment every mother fears. Not just the pain, but the crushing weight of self-doubt when everything feels impossible.
I’ve been exactly where you are. I’ve watched mothers question everything they thought they knew about their own strength. I’ve seen the exact moment when fear tries to steal their power.

But here’s what changes everything: You don’t have to face this alone.

When I supported Caroline again through her second HBAC, she looked at me through tears and said, “I don’t think I can do this.” Three hours later, she was holding her baby, transformed AGAIN. Not just because she gave birth—but because she discovered a version of herself she never knew existed.

That’s what real birth support does. It doesn’t just ease the physical pain. It catches you when doubt creeps in and reflects back your own incredible strength until you can see it too.

Labor IS hard. Your body IS capable. And the woman you become on the other side? She’s already inside you, waiting.

You deserve to meet her.

05/21/2025

💛 Christ-Centered Birth 💛

There’s something profoundly sacred about bringing new life into the world, and for me, God-centered childbirth has been a transformative experience that deepened my faith and filled my heart with awe each time. 🙏💕

🌿 Trusting in His Plan: From the moment I
learned I was pregnant, I surrendered my fears and hopes to God. Childbirth is unpredictable, but leaning on His divine guidance brought me peace. Psalm 139:13-14 reminds us that every baby is “fearfully and wonderfully made,” knit together by the Creator Himself. Knowing God was orchestrating every detail of my baby’s arrival gave me strength to face the unknown with courage. 💪✨

🙌 Prayer as My Anchor: Throughout pregnancy and labor, prayer is my lifeline. Whether I am whispering thanks for each kick I felt or seeking comfort during contractions, connecting with God keeps me grounded. I invite Him into my birth space, asking for His presence to guide my own heart. There’s something so powerful about praying through each stage of labor—it’s like partnering with the Lord to bring forth a miracle.

🕊️ Finding Strength in Surrender: Labor can be intense, but surrendering to God’s timing and strength carries me through. When exhaustion hits, lean on verses like Isaiah 40:29—“He gives strength to the weary.” Trusting that God was holding me and my baby made every challenge feel like part of a divine story unfolding. It’s not about being in control; it’s about trusting the One who is. 💫

🌸 A Testimony of Miracles: My God-centered childbirths are not just about welcoming my babies—it is a testimony of God’s faithfulness. From the first contraction to that moment I held my baby, I saw His hand in every detail. It’s a story I’ll share with my children someday, a reminder that they were born with purpose, wrapped in God’s love.

If you’re expecting or dreaming of a God-centered birth, I pray you feel His peace and presence every step of the way. Share your story below—how has faith shaped your journey? Let’s celebrate the miracle of life together! 🥰🙌

04/22/2025

04/21/2025

👁️ 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