06/13/2026
A year ago I attended one of the most important births of my journey as a birthkeeper. It was the first birth I’d ever attended that ended in a loss…
We spent days together. I would go home, rest for a few hours, and return again. It was long. It was hard. And it was full of love.
I witnessed the most intimate moments between a family preparing to welcome their baby into their lives. I watched them move through anticipation, exhaustion, hope, and joy. I witnessed this beautiful baby grace us with their presence. They cried upon arrival, transitioned earthside with eyes open and taking in the world around them. They were perfect.
This work is so sacred because I am invited into some of the most transformative moments a family will ever experience. I get to witness some of the best days of their lives.
But birthwork has also taught me that to truly serve birth, we must be willing to sit with death.
As birthkeepers, we spend so much time preparing to welcome life. Yet we must also prepare ourselves to hold families through the unimaginable when life and death meet in the same room.
Not every birth story ends the way we hope it will.
Some babies stay for a lifetime.
Some stay for only moments.
And still, every baby deserves to be welcomed with reverence.
Every parent deserves to be witnessed in their love.
Every story deserves to be honored.
This birth also taught me something I wasn’t prepared for… the births we attend become part of our stories too.
As birthkeepers, we are forever changed by the families who allow us into these sacred spaces. Their joys, their grief, their triumphs, and their losses leave imprints on our hearts. It matters that we acknowledge that. It matters that we grieve, process, and honor these experience because bearing witness changes us.
One year later, I still carry this birth in my heart. It deepened my understanding of what it truly means to hold space… not only for beginnings, but also for endings.
This baby’s life, however brief, matters. They were here. They are loved. And their legacy lives on forever.
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The Ouroboros Jagua by