05/18/2026
Special Edition Sunday Shares -
Full Well Midwifery has grown again, Midwife Madeleine Hall had her sweet Eleanor Rae yesterday at home. She gave me permission to share her birth story of her first baby, her journey from maiden to motherhood- from my point of view as her midwifery partner, friend and midwife ❤️
Madeleine’s Birth Story
The call came at 6:15 in the morning. I recognized her voice before she said a word, but I listened anyway, hearing something beneath the steadiness of it. Contractions every few minutes. Some vomiting. That quiet, certain knowing that something had shifted. She wanted me to come check her, to see if it was time to call in the team.
I grabbed Cyrus and we were out the door.
The drive felt both quick and so so slow, the way these early morning calls always do. When I arrived around 7:30, I checked her right away at her request (midwives just know too much 😅). Three centimeters, fully effaced, already settling into her labor rhythm. She was doing the deep vocal work, the kind that moves a baby down, and doing it well. But I could also see the intensity catching her off guard the way early labor does, even to women who know exactly what is happening inside their bodies.
The shower helped. The toilet helped. We started setting up the birth pool and called Jessica, Amanda, and Caley. By the time Caley arrived to help fill it, I could hear the shift in Madeleine’s voice. This is too hard. I don’t think I can do this. Why is this so hard.
It’s one thing to hear that from a client. It’s another thing entirely to hear it from one of your best friends, your partner in this work, someone who has sat beside other women in this exact moment and spoken the same truths back to them that I was now trying to speak to her. You are strong. You have everything you need to birth this baby.
And through all of it, Zeke was right there. Hip squeezes through every contraction, his hands steady and sure, and in the quieter moments between, stroking her head. He knew what she needed without being asked. That kind of presence matters more than most people realize.
When Jessica and Amanda arrived, we all recognized it at the same time. She was moving fast. Good bloody show on the toilet, and then into the pool, where she found some relief in the water between contractions, though the contractions themselves still felt enormous to her. This all felt like too much and in that moment I prayed words of life over Madeleine, we asked Gods presence to be felt in the birth space. It helped all of us in that moment- knowing all of this was going according to His plan.
By 11:35, she was asking to be checked again. She couldn’t do this anymore, she said. It was too hard. I could hear the pressure building in her voice, could see her body beginning to push almost without her permission. So I checked her- because I was seeing all the signs.
Complete. Ten centimeters. Her baby right there.
We all cried. Every one of us. I asked if she wanted to reach and feel her head, she did and sobbed tears of joy then asked Zeke if he wanted to feel - he touched his daughters head and the awe in his eyes was visible.
She moved to all fours and I watched her baby move down with each push, that steady, beautiful downward progress. We tried the birth stool for a few pushes, then we moved to the bed on her side in a more gravity neutral position- and suddenly there it was: a head, right there, dark hair. And then I got to say the words I have said so many times before, but never quite like this. I told her she could feel her baby.
She reached down and touched her daughter’s head.
I don’t have the words for what that moment holds. I don’t think any words are quite big enough for it. A mother’s hand on her baby’s head, that first touch before the world has even fully changed yet.
and with the next pushes, Ella’s head was born. I found her cord looped once around her neck, slipped it free, and she came right out into Zeke’s waiting hands. 12:16 in the afternoon. Ella came out crying, perfect and whole and entirely theirs.
And then Madeleine said the thing I will carry with me for the rest of my life. After attending hundreds of births, after walking so many women through their pregnancies and labors and postpartum seasons, after knowing better than almost anyone what birth costs and what it gives, she whispered it like it was the most true thing she had ever known.
“This is my baby. I get to keep this baby.”
Seven thirty in the morning to twelve sixteen in the afternoon. Not quite five hours. A first baby. A perfect birth. A becoming. A midwife who has known birth so deeply, so intimately, for so long, finally getting to know it from the inside.
What an honor to be there. What an honor to witness her strength, to see her become a mother, to be the one standing at the foot of that pool, that birth stool, that bed, watching my dearest friend step into the most sacred work of her life.❤️