Our Doula Diaries

“I’m so uncomfortable. I need to change positions,” was the first thought that crossed my mind at 2 a.m. on July 16, 2025. As I rolled from one side to the other, I felt my water break. Somehow, I managed to make it to the bathroom without waking my husband and without leaving a watery mess behind (truly a miracle). Once I realized what had happened, I called out to my husband “Baby, my water just broke!”. We were both instantly filled with excitement. Our time was here, and

All of it, every moment, is a gift. Watching them grow passes us by so quickly, but that is the beauty of being a mother.

Our first birth didn’t go as planned. We lost our son Ezra during labor, and we still have no clear answer as to what happened. We had a planned home birth that turned into a hospital birth because of Ezra’s passing. Alyssa and her husband were the first people in the room to meet him. They carried us through the trauma and loss in those moments, and they are still carrying and walking beside us. After losing Ezra, my husband and I knew we wanted to try again. It was our way

They were supporting me in my most vulnerable season when I needed all of them most.

From the moment I saw those two pink lines, I was excited for birth. Birth has fascinated me unlike anything else in this world and it felt like my entire life was leading up to this significant, divine transition into motherhood. It was mid-July, the night before my 28th birthday when my husband and I decided to order take out for what we thought would be a “chill” Friday evening. I knew labor was near due to the bloody show I experienced earlier that morning, followed by l

Motherhood would not have found you if you were not meant for it. Last spring, I was getting ready for the day with my 8 month old. This morning was especially tough as she was teething and only wanting to be held. I was easily frustrated, and then almost immediately, I felt upset with myself for being frustrated. My mind quickly took a turn and before I knew it, I was telling myself what a terrible mother I was being. “Why can’t I just be a patient and kind mother?”, I th

There was a scare starting at 32 weeks that I had low fluids and might have to give birth early. We were luckily able to help, with doctor’s help, to have her stay in until 37 weeks. We had to be induced due to low fluids again. We went in and everyone was so attentive. I didn’t start feeling contractions until the next day and we had lots of popsicles while we waited for her to arrive. I waited as long as I could during contractions until I got the epidural and after that, i

As mothers, especially new mothers, there is a fear that you don't know what you're doing at times. That you're making mistakes, you're missing the mark, you're forgetting, you're not doing enough, you're failing. I am here to tell you, you are not. In the early weeks of postpartum, it is easy to get swallowed by this fear. Your hormones are changing so much, and there is a new person who depends on you every moment of every day. Trying to adjust into your new life as a mothe

I didn't know my last day of pregnancy was my last day. I was approaching my due date with no signs at all. I was very pregnant, very uncomfortable, and very ready to be done. I had already gone to the hospital twice that week. Once because I thought my water broke (it didn't) and once because my blood pressure was high at home but completely normal at the hospital. Both times we left feeling embarrassed, discouraged, and very aware of how expensive hospital visits were. So o

Welcome to Woven Within Birth Collective, we are so glad you're here! We want to kick off our blog by sharing who we are, our hearts and our focus for mothers, and what our vision is for the community. Follow along with us as we nurture, guide, and support mothers through the most sacred journey of their lives. Who we are Our friendship began in high school, where we spent our early years making memories in classrooms and on the volleyball court. As life naturally carried us