Birth Guardian Doula, LLC

06/10/2026

06/10/2026

06/09/2026

A few months ago, we were discussing birth preferences during prenatal visits.

This day, I sat in her living room during a postpartum visit.

So much has happened between those two moments.

An unexpected diagnosis.
A NICU stay.
A postpartum anxiety diagnosis.
The challenges of new motherhood.

Today wasn’t about fixing anything.

It was about showing up.

I brought flowers from my garden, fresh greens, calming tea herbs, and a spider plant for her bedroom.

While she held her baby, I chopped a salad and listened.

We talked about healing.
We talked about support.
We talked about what comes next.

As a birth worker, I often say I support the whole woman.

Today was a reminder of what that truly means.

The full story and postpartum experience will be shared on YouTube. 🌱🤍

https://youtube.com/?si=am7f65yvoUBBaGLb

06/04/2026

Fruits of My Labor Bouquet 💐

Tuesday evening I wandered through my front and backyard harvesting flowers with intention.

Wednesday morning I cut the perfect sunflower from my garden, then stopped by Community Garden to gather yarrow and feverfew from my medicinal garden. Along with lavender, snapdragons, Russian sage, and marigolds, they became a bouquet for my postpartum client.

As I walked through the hospital, people smiled.

They stopped me in the elevator.

They complimented the flowers and their fragrance.

When they asked where they came from, I proudly shared:

“I hand-picked them from my garden for a new mother.”

By the time I arrived at the room, the bouquet had already touched several people.

They loved it.

But later, I realized something.

The flowers weren’t the only bouquet I was bringing into that room.

For months, I have had the honor of walking alongside this family through pregnancy, preparation, labor, birth, and now postpartum.

There sat Mom, recovering and growing into motherhood.

There sat Dad, confidently stepping into fatherhood.

There sat Baby Lyla, healthy, loved, and already stealing hearts.

And suddenly the title took on a whole new meaning.

The flowers were the gift.

The family was the fruit.

The bouquet in my hands was beautiful.

But the true Fruits of My Labor were sitting right in front of me.

A healthy mother.

A healthy baby.

A loving partner.

An empowered family.

From seed to sanctuary. 🌻💛👶🏼

05/28/2026

Tonight reminded me that postpartum care is not just about checking on the baby…
It’s about helping the mother find pieces of herself again.” 🤱🏾🌿

I visited a sweet mama tonight during her postpartum season.
I brought nourishment from my garden:
🥬 Fresh greens
🌸 Flowers
🌿 Tea herbs
🪴 A spider plant for her bedroom

I also brought her frozen placenta that I took the honor of taking with me as I left the hospital ( if you are keeping your placenta you have to supply your own cooler & remove it off the premises w/ in 24 hours)

She smiled so big when she saw the flowers.
I told her to name her plant baby. 💚

We sat.
We talked.
She shared freely.

She told me she was recently diagnosed with postpartum anxiety and that just last week she finally started coming out of her room again.

That is why villages matter.
That is why checking on the WHOLE woman matters.

Tonight looked like:
🌿 Explaining calming tea blends of lemon balm, holy basil, lavender & mint
🔪 Chopping fresh salad for her while she held her baby
🗑️ Taking out the trash before leaving
🧠 Using the B.R.A.I.N framework to help her think through next steps with her provider and case manager
🤍 Listening without judgment
🚶🏾‍♀️ Planning future walks at the park once she gets her stroller
👶🏾 Talking about babywearing support and helping her find the right carrier fit

Sometimes support is not loud.

Sometimes it is:
“Have you eaten?”
“Do you need help?”
“Are YOU okay mentally and emotionally?”
“Call me if you need me.”

Before I left, I reminded her:
This may be our last official postpartum visit… but she is not alone.

And honestly… tonight confirmed something I already felt deeply:
Women do not just need postpartum checkups.
They need community.
They need softness.
They need spaces where they can exhale.
They need a village willing to help carry the weight for a moment.

From seed to sanctuary. 🌱✨
This is Birth Guardian care.

05/27/2026

05/25/2026

Postpartum support sometimes means sitting beside a mother while she finds herself again.🤱🏾🌿

Tomorrow I’ll be visiting a sweet mama during her postpartum season.
A mother navigating not only recovery after birth… but also caring for her baby boy through a brain injury diagnosis.

Before planning this visit, I checked in with her heart first.
Not just “How’s the baby?”
But:
“How are YOU mentally & emotionally?”

Her response stayed with me:

“Emotionally trying to get back to my regular self… mentally I’m still in and out…”

That is why postpartum care matters.
Because mothers deserve to be held too.

So I harvested from my garden:
🌿 Arugula
🥬 Kale
🥬 Butter crunch lettuce
🌈 Swiss chard
💜 Lavender
🌱 Lemon balm
🧄 Garlic
🌸 Fresh flowers

And I’m bringing:
🪴 A spider plant
🌿 Tea herbs for calming moments
💚 Nourishment grown with intention

As doulas, sometimes we cannot remove the hard parts.
But we can help create moments of softness within them.

A warm meal.
Fresh air.
Living plants.
Tea.
Listening.
Presence.
Reminders that the mother matters too.

This is Birth Guardian care.
Supporting the whole woman… especially when life becomes heavier than expected. 🌱✨

05/22/2026

Checking in with my whole being.. Allowing the Rain ☔️ to remove any blockages within as I take intentional deep even breaths in my sacred space.
Here I go inward as the sounds of the rain wash through my whole being from the my crown to the bottom of my feet.

Letting go of anything that no longer serves me..

Here I am Aligned, Balanced & Centered.

Ready to support my client tomorrow in a labor prep session
Check In
Partner hands on skills
Labor positions & mobility
Birth plan & hospital 🏥 arrival
Emotional reassurance

Couple to do:
Install car seat
Do a practice run to hospital
Assign Village to prepare some postpartum meals.