Why I Became A Doula....

A doula at heart, a believer in women, and a witness to the sacred.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been obsessed with pregnancy, birth, and motherhood. It was always more than just an interest — it was a deep calling. While other girls in school said they wanted to be teachers or nurses, I always said I wanted to be a mom. It felt like a dream that was somehow far out of reach, though I didn’t yet understand why. Little did I know how my own journey would shape the woman — and doula — I’d become.

When I was 12, my mom signed me up for a CPR class so I could start babysitting. That was my first job, and I fully immersed myself in the world of babies and children. I truly loved caring for God’s most precious gifts. Then at 15, I had my first visit to the OB-GYN (terrifying at that age, right?) and was diagnosed with PCOS. If you know PCOS, you know it comes with a variety of symptoms — but for me, at 15, the only thing I heard was: “You might not be able to have children.” The doctor told me it would be difficult to conceive naturally due to hormone imbalances. I was crushed. At such a young age, my deepest fear had already been spoken into existence.

Two years later, I traveled to a developing country with my high school boyfriend and spent time loving and caring for babies and children who had no one else. I remember coming home in tears, telling my parents that I had been forever changed — and that was only the beginning. On another trip to Central America, we met an older woman who welcomed us into her home and fed us out of pure kindness. She asked me when my boyfriend and I would have children, and my heart sank. I didn’t want to explain that it might never happen. I just smiled and said, “Maybe one day.”

That’s when she told me she was a midwife — not a licensed or medically trained midwife, but one taught through ancestral wisdom passed down from mother to daughter. Her granddaughter had just given birth a few nights before, and she invited us to visit. Of course I said yes. The baby had been

born at home, with no windows, no floor, and no one but her loving husband and grandmother — and a few curious chickens in the yard — supporting her. That moment lit a fire in me. I knew I wanted to dedicate my life to helping women in that same sacred space.

In my senior year of high school, I was determined to become a labor and delivery nurse — I thought that was my path. But that same year, I began learning more about holistic health, and I realized that becoming a nurse in the traditional medical model wasn’t how I was meant to support women — or heal myself. So I graduated high school at 17, turned 18 a month later, and by October, I was in my first doula training.

I took a leap of faith. I didn’t know if it would become a sustainable career, but I followed my passion. I started by supporting friends and families, learning as I went, and letting word of mouth guide the way. In just three years, I had supported nearly 60 births. Each one was different, each one was sacred, and each one deepened my understanding of what it means to hold space for a birthing woman.

In 2019, I became pregnant with my first daughter (with my highschooler boyfriend I mentioned before!!) — and somehow, I fell even more in love with birth work. Going through it myself gave me a whole new level of empathy and awareness. My birth didn’t go as planned, and it lit a new fire in me to make sure no woman feels unseen, unheard, or unsupported. From there, I dove even deeper: I became a certified craniosacral therapist, I started free support groups for pregnancy and postpartum, and I became more deeply rooted in my birth community.

In 2022, I had my second baby — a redemptive homebirth that healed parts of me I didn’t know were still broken. It took my love for this work to new depths. My personal experience, my professional journey, and my heart are now fully aligned. I know without a doubt that I was called to this work.

Birth work requires a special kind of heart — one that is soft, strong, and deeply empathetic. I believe my heart bleeds for others in the best way. I am forever grateful for the families I’ve walked alongside, the women who’ve trusted me, and the ways this work has healed me, too.

Today, as a doula, I don’t just see this as a career — it’s my life’s calling. Every birth I attend, every woman I support, every family I walk beside is part of the story God’s been writing on my heart since I was a little girl. I believe birth is sacred, women are powerful, and no one should have to navigate it alone. This work has shaped me, healed me, and continues to inspire me every single day. And if you’ll have me, I’d be honored to stand in your corner, too.

Here is a gallery of how my work has evolved over the years. I hope you can feel the oxytocin through the screen!