Calvin, Adriana & Simeon
A few months ago, I received a call from a first-time mom looking for extra support as she prepared for her dream birth: welcoming her baby boy at a birth center. We met over coffee, finalized her birth plan, shared lots of laughs, and got to know each other. The connection was instant.
This couple was incredibly excited about their vision for birth—a low-intervention, all-natural, go-with-the-flow experience. More importantly, they were committed to it. They followed through on every recommendation from their midwife and doula team, attended appointments faithfully, and did all the preparation work. Heck, they even drove two hours each way to receive the care and support they felt aligned with. Living in a small town north of Spokane meant extra effort, but they never wavered. They were fully invested in creating the birth experience they hoped for.
Fast forward to June 1st at 9:00 PM.
I was literally standing in front of my whiteboard calendar writing “Due Date – June 17th” when my phone rang.
On the other end was a calm voice.
“I think my water broke, but I’m not sure.”
It’s always a surprise for parents when labor begins, but especially for first-time parents who weren’t expecting their little one for another couple of weeks.
I asked a few questions, suggested a couple things to try, and encouraged her to contact her midwife. After speaking with her midwife, the recommendation was to head to the hospital for a swab test to confirm whether her membranes had ruptured.
Sure enough, her water had broken.
At the hospital they confirmed she was 70% effaced and 2 centimeters dilated, though she wasn’t experiencing contractions yet. Because she was still a few days shy of 37 weeks, her care was transferred from the birth center to the hospital.
Around 11:00 PM, I spoke with Dad and we came up with a plan—which, in short, was for me to make the trek over and help however I could.
Around 1:30 AM, I arrived at Mount Carmel Hospital in Colville. It was quite the drive, to say the least.
Mom and Dad were getting some much-needed rest, while I chatted with the nurses since I was still wide awake from the drive. Around 4:00 AM they woke up, and discussions began about possible interventions to help labor progress.
Despite ruptured membranes, contractions still hadn’t started.
After some difficult conversations, a lot of processing, and ultimately surrendering to the unexpected twists birth sometimes brings, the plan shifted. Their vision of a completely intervention-free labor became a plan that included a small amount of Pitocin to help encourage labor to begin.
Pitocin was started around 11:00 AM.
And just like that, labor picked right up.
With her supportive husband—one of the best birth coaches I’ve ever witnessed, I might add—this powerhouse of a woman rode the waves of fast-progressing labor with incredible grace. She relaxed into each contraction, allowing her body to open and bring her baby down.
As her husband lovingly reminded her:
“Let it roll over you and ride the wave.”
And that’s exactly what she did.
She had promised me a few “labor station” contractions, and before long, it was time.
After only four contractions on the toilet, we heard the famous phrase:
“I need to go to the bathroom.”
That’s when I knew.
It was time.
We moved to the bed and let the staff know that baby wasn’t far behind.
Just as she had envisioned, she labored down using the squat bar. Supported by her husband, encouraged by the staff, and guided by her own instincts, she brought her baby closer with every contraction.
It wasn’t long before her son made his entrance into the world.
And while it wasn’t the birth center birth she originally planned, it was still everything she hoped birth would be.
It wasn’t fast and furious.
It was brave.
It was powerful.
It was intentional.
Standing, unmedicated, with her husband whispering encouragement and love, she brought her son earthside exactly as she needed to.
And then came the surprise ending.
She caught her own baby.
It was truly spectacular.
I watched this grounded, resilient couple roll with every unexpected turn while still honoring their values and trusting the process. They adapted, surrendered, and became parents in the most beautiful way.
Baby Simeon entered this world surrounded by love, welcomed without fear, and met with unwavering determination.
There are so many moments I will remember from this birth, but two stand out the most.
Just before transition, when things were becoming incredibly intense, I looked at Adriana and reminded her:
“You made a plan. You are doing it. And you can do this.”
Dad immediately followed with:
“This is profound. You are strong, and I love you.”
The second moment still brings tears to my eyes.
As Adriana lifted her baby onto her chest and looked at him for the very first time, she whispered:
“Oh, it’s my baby. My baby.”
In that moment, nothing else mattered.
It was truly an honor to witness.
And as I’ve joked before, I don’t drive two hours for just anyone.
This family became so much more than clients.
They reminded me what strength looks like.
What resilience looks like.
What surrender looks like.
Congratulations, Adriana, Calvin, and baby Simeon.
Thank you for allowing me to walk beside you during one of the most transformative days of your lives.
With much love,
Doula Dani
Erica, Jed, Ruby
A few days ago, I had the privilege of meeting one of the kindest, most humble, and uniquely funny couples when I was called in to assist at a birth by my beautiful friend, Miranda—the lead doula and owner of North Idaho Doula.
I was asked to join as an extra support person while Miranda served as the primary doula. Before the big day, both Miranda and Erica shared the story of how their friendship had blossomed. Their connection began through a shared experience—Miranda as a VBAC mom and Erica’s desire for a redemption VBAC of her own. Long before Erica ever saw those exciting two pink lines, the two had already formed a special bond.
Even before I was officially asked to join the birth team, Miranda had shared bits and pieces of Erica’s journey with me. I could hear the excitement in her voice and see the love she had for this family. Being invited to be part of such a meaningful day was truly an honor. As someone who has had a redemption VBAC myself, I felt especially connected to Erica’s journey and was more than happy to help support her.
Now for the fun part—the big day.
Around dinner time, I got the text that I had the green light to come to the hospital. When I arrived, I was greeted with smiles and laughter. I introduced myself, shook Dad’s hand, and took my favorite seat on the yoga ball next to Miranda.
Not long after, Jed had to leave to care for their oldest daughter, and that’s when I stepped in to provide some extra support. The staff was incredible and fully on board with Erica’s VBAC plan. Miranda was hands-on from the moment I arrived—guiding position changes, offering back rubs, emotional support, encouragement, and plenty of laughs along the way.
One of my favorite moments happened while Erica labored in the bathtub. Miranda sat beside her, gently holding her hands, while I sat quietly off to the side watching my best friend work in her element. There she was, supporting and encouraging a laboring mother by candlelight. The atmosphere was calm, peaceful, and full of trust. The vibes were immaculate—we just needed little Miss Ruby to decide when she was ready to make her entrance.
Well… that didn’t happen quite as quickly as we expected.
Based on Erica’s progress, Miranda and I were convinced we’d have a “baby by breakfast”—one of our favorite sayings. But little Miss Ruby had other plans.
I had to leave around 10 a.m. for an important prenatal appointment in Spokane, but I was certain I’d make it back in time. As my appointment wrapped up, I got the text:
“Hurry. She’s a ten.”
I practically flew back to Coeur d’Alene while Miranda eagerly tracked my location. When I arrived at the hospital, of course there was no parking—because that’s how these things go. I parked wherever I could find a spot and power-walked my way to Labor & Delivery.
I walked into the room just as Erica began pushing.
And guess what?
Dad made it back too.
We both made it.
Miranda took one leg, everyone gathered around, and we cheered Erica on as she brought her beautiful baby girl into the world. Then came a moment I’ll never forget.
Right before Ruby was born, Erica looked up at Jed with tears in her eyes and said,
“I’m so glad you’re here.”
There wasn’t a dry eye in the room.
About fifteen minutes into pushing, Erica reached down and felt the top of her baby girl’s head. With one final mighty push, there she was.
Baby Ruby was earthside.
She did it.
After a long induction and a journey filled with determination, Erica achieved her redemption VBAC. But more than that, she transformed the story she carried with her. The fear, doubt, and disappointment of the past gave way to confidence, healing, and joy.
This birth wasn’t just about how Ruby arrived—it was about Erica reclaiming her strength and trusting herself every step of the way.
And what a beautiful ending it was.
A proud father. A new big sister. A radiant mother holding the baby she worked so hard to meet.
Welcome to the world, Ruby.
Congratulations to Erica, Jed, Juliet, and sweet baby Ruby. It was an honor to witness your story come full circle.
With much love,
Doula Dani
Taylor & Maxwell
This birth story is one for the books… but let’s take it back to the beginning.
Around 8 weeks pregnant, Taylor reached out to me for extra emotional support and advocacy. After one phone call, it didn’t feel like we had just met—it felt like we’d known each other for years. I was more than honored to walk alongside her through her third pregnancy.
She was still fresh from her last delivery (Irish twins 🤍), and because of that, she knew exactly what she wanted this time around. But what I witnessed over the months was so much more than just preparation for birth. Life asked a lot of her in a very short time… more than most. And she kept showing up. Again and again.
Strong doesn’t quite cover it. It doesn’t fully capture the quiet resilience, the way she held it all together, the way she kept moving forward even when things felt heavy.
Her due date was 4/14, and for the first time in my career, I had to plan around being away—3/28–4/5. Since she typically goes past her due date, we weren’t too worried.
But as they say… third babies have their own plans.
As I buckled my seatbelt to fly home, I got the text: “I’m feeling uncomfortable.” And I just knew. This wasn’t a false alarm. From the air, I connected to Wi-Fi, reached out to my backup, and supported her as best I could through texts, prayer, and patience while she labored at home—steady, intuitive, in her own rhythm.
When I landed in Spokane, I wasn’t sure I’d make it. That feeling… thinking I might miss such a meaningful moment with someone I had walked alongside for months—it hit hard. But I wasn’t giving up. I grabbed my bags and rushed to Sacred Heart.
And somehow… I made it.
Just in time to be by her side.
Not long after, she said she felt pressure, and everything shifted. The room was quiet, dim, almost sacred. Her husband nearby, her midwife offering gentle guidance—but it was her leading the way.
Taylor went somewhere deep.
She trusted her body.
She used everything we had practiced, but more importantly—she listened to herself.
And with that… she brought her beautiful baby boy earthside.
Over these months, I saw her carry so much. But in that moment, I didn’t just see strength—I saw power. The kind that doesn’t ask for permission. The kind that lives deep inside and shows up exactly when it’s needed.
Taylor, I hope one day you see yourself the way I saw you in that room.
Because you are so much more than “strong.” You are steady, capable, resilient, and deeply powerful in ways that can’t be taken from you.
It was an absolute honor to walk alongside you, to support you, and to learn from you.
Welcome to the world, baby Maxwell 🤍
And congratulations to you and your beautiful, growing family.
Doula Dani
Rachael, Kyle & Kallan
Back in 2001, this new girl started riding the bus and I vividly remember her gorgeous, long, sun-kissed brunette hair that nearly glowed in the sunlight like some whimsical forest princess. I always was fond of her and her beautiful relationship with her best friend Rachel and always thought it was so cool they shared the same name.
Throughout the years we would randomly see each other out on the playground, and then that grew into waving friendly hellos in the high school halls. Not a close bosom friendship, but a mutual, respectful, loving kinship as we watched each other grow and take our own paths.
Fast forward to adulthood and we reconnected through Facebook, and now watched each other grow into women, wives and mothers — the same as we watched each other go from playing dogs on the playground to marching to our own drums in middle school to finding ourselves in high school. Such a beautiful thing to witness a kindred spirit and fellow woman blossom into her own.
Little did I know I would soon be asked to witness an even more remarkable event……the birth of her son.
Rachael reached out to me when she was around 30 weeks pregnant, expressing her amazement, love and pride in me as she watched me become what I’ve always wanted…..a birth worker. Through our catching up chats it was soon decided by her and her wonderful husband Kyle that they would like to invite me to walk alongside them in the ending of their last pregnancy and the beginning of becoming a family of 5. I was more than honored and thrilled to take on the responsibility.
As weeks passed we kept in touch, and through the longest bout of prodromal labor I’ve ever witnessed or heard of, the day came! March 21st, around 10 am, I got the text that this was the time….like, actually this time lol. She said “you’ll hear from Kyle next and that’s when you’ll know to head on over.” Perfect! It was the day we had all been anxiously and patiently waiting for. At 2:52 pm — “Midwife is 90 percent sure we will be having the baby today. It’s go time. Call if you have additional questions.” I left about 15 minutes later and headed off to Sandpoint, which isn’t the shortest drive, but this time it felt extra long…. “ETA 4:04” I responded.
I rolled up at 4:02 (going 80 mph really only shaved off 2 minutes — I was annoyed). I walked into the center hearing the roars of a laboring mother upstairs. I set down my things, assumed the “midwife squat” and said “I told you I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Between hard contractions there were laughs, smiles and some intense conversations of reassurance, and that’s when she said “I’m having this baby by 6.” The time was 4:42, by the way. I’ll be honest — since we were laughing and chatting I was thinking baby by 10 pm at the earliest, but this mom knew what was up!
At my arrival at 4:02, contractions were 5 minutes apart. By 4:42, when she stated she WILL be having a baby by 6, contractions were already 2-3 minutes apart. I’ve learned my lesson to ALWAYS listen to mom, even if some evidence may point the other direction.
At 5:52 we encouraged a small position change, and with trust in us and guidance from her husband, she shifted. With that shift and a few pushes, his head was out. Next contraction, her body did the fetal ejection response and out came her beautiful baby boy at 5:55. Rachael knew her baby and her body. It was incredible to witness such a primal instinct come to be.
To witness anyone welcome their baby earthside is profoundly special and incredibly intimate. It’s always an honor to be asked to join such a moment in history. But to watch a fellow peer — a person you’ve known over half your life, a friend you love — bring their baby earthside is simply a feeling I cannot put into words.
So with that, I will say through tears running down my face: thank you, Rachael and Kyle, for sharing this moment with me. Thank you for trusting me. And thank you for showing me what raw love, trust, body and mind intuition and patience looks like. You are some of the most incredible people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting and I can proudly call you my friends. This may be your last baby, but this is not goodbye — this is hello and welcome to a new chapter.
Congratulations to you both and the girls.
With much love,
Your friend Danielle and your doula Dani
Julie, Dustin & Juliette
I’ve known this beautiful woman for a few years as she’s one of my dearest friend’s sister-in-law. When she found out she was pregnant, she took some much-needed time to enjoy the wonderful news and absorb all the feels. Soon after, we had one of my most eventful consultations. It started with a lovely chat discussing excitement, past birth experiences, and her hopes for this upcoming birth. Then I was attacked by what I can only guess was a perimenopausal goose. It was quite the event, and I’ll always remember this consultation as the “farm animal faux pas!”
Fast forward a few months, and it was time to finalize the birth plan. What felt like minutes ended up being a little over an hour—it’s easy to pass the time with good people and conversation.
Around 1/8, random contractions started, but nothing to be too excited about yet. I reminded her to rest and snack (easier said than done with a toddler running around!). Mid-day on 1/9, contractions evened out to 10 minutes apart—a pattern, yay! But we still had time before hospital time.
Funny enough, while I was at my other job doing a service on her SIL, we were talking about how it was almost time to meet this little girl and how eager everyone in the family was. This was around 3:45. I glanced at my phone and got the text that things were picking up (but she could still text, so this was a good sign I had time). I asked if I could call her at 4:30 to suggest a few ideas—mainly to send big brother with Grammy so she could chill and cuddle with her partner.
Well, little miss had other ideas! I went to call at 4:30 on the dot, and before I could, I got a text: “Very painful contractions, 5 minutes apart, going to hospital.” Whoa—10 to 5 minutes apart within an hour!
The salon I work at is only 15 minutes from the hospital, so I tried not to panic, gathered my things, and off I went. My first KMC birth of the year! I love that place, and it had been a while since I was there, so I snapped a quick selfie saying “It’s birthday time!” I checked in at the L&D desk, and for the first time ever, they made me wait… which made me nervous. My doula senses knew it wasn’t going to be long until we met baby. And boy, was I right!
Though I felt it would go fast, I had NO clue it would be THAT fast! I walked into the room with my oversized birth bag (it’s literally a suitcase), and a nurse was holding a leg while the wonderful Midwife Rhonda was coaching pushing. I quietly put my things to the side and rushed over to the bed. Encouraging words from Dad, reminders to breathe from the nurse, and coaching from the midwife—it was just perfect. The team welcomed me with open arms and graciously let me coach and affirm that she was doing beautifully.
“I know a lot of people are talking right now, but listen to Rhonda—you are doing beautifully.” That simple direction refocused her, and she seamlessly delivered her gorgeous, chunky daughter.
A whirlwind and extremely fast delivery can be quite a shock to the system, so I stayed with the family until postpartum transfer. That extra time watching the family transform from three to four was absolutely incredible. I couldn’t be more proud of this family and Julie! You are truly a rockstar and showed labor who’s boss!
It was more than an honor to watch a beloved friend give birth—it was also a beautiful moment watching her find her raw, primal strength.
Congratulations Julie, Dustin, big brother Vinny, and sweet cherub Juliette. 💕
With much love,Doula Dani
Baby Callum
Within the first few seconds of speaking to this mama, I felt and heard her determination—her desire to write her own story and to be heard. And, did she do just that.
She took every wave, every annoyance, and every pain that comes with pregnancy with grace, humility, and humor. From rain pouring down on her maternity shoot day to constant back pain, to going a week and some change overdue, this courageous woman kept her head high and her spirit higher.
Having had a previous pregnancy during COVID lockdown, her plan this time was clear: a peaceful, fear-free, in-control environment and space. Toward the end of her journey, she got some news that shifted her plans abruptly. As we gathered our things and met in the lobby, it was time to get induced.
We knew it wouldn’t take much—this mama had already dilated to 4. After about three hours of low-dose Pitocin, her body remembered and took over completely. Such a beautiful thing to witness. She took control of her story and trusted her body.
After roughly five hours of hard labor in the wee morning hours of a full moon, on 1/3/2026 at 12:34 AM, this incredible being brought her son earthside in as few as five pushes, making it look effortless. She lifted her baby to her chest and snuggled him instantly.
It was truly astonishing watching you transform during this journey. You embodied motherhood and the raw power of nature so beautifully, and I’m truly honored to have witnessed it.
Thank you, Robinson family. You will always hold a special place in my heart and memories.
…AND she lived her story.
Jessika, Jayden, Junessa
Back in July, I had one of the most heartfelt, raw consultations with a beautiful couple. It wasn’t just a consult—it was a beautiful FaceTime conversation of sharing raw stories and getting to know each other. It felt like we had known each other for years. Fast forward to October, and I got the call that they would like to move forward with my support. I couldn’t have been more excited and honored. This family’s story was already so inspiring and beautiful; I couldn’t wait to see and be a part of the next chapter.
Pregnancy was fairly uneventful—a good thing—but poor mama went to almost 42 weeks. Around 41 weeks, she tried the famous midwife smoothie, and it seemed to get things going. Or so we thought. But little miss had other plans and kept baking. After 8+ hours of frustrating prodromal labor, we all went home to rest. Even through the pain, frustration, and what seemed like defeat, this power couple stayed strong and mindful that it just wasn’t time yet. They trusted baby and mama’s body.
A few days later, we headed over to Deaconess Hospital for a non-emergent but urgent transfer. Induction was the plan, and the party got started. After hours of Pitocin and her waters being broken, the strong contractions of transition came. What often comes with transition? Self-doubt. But through our supportive words and her husband’s touch, she came out of that mindset and persevered.
Through waves of hard contractions and back labor (that relentless beast) and occasional self-doubt, this powerhouse of a woman kept it together and showed labor who was boss.
After a check, we could already see the head! Mama did it! Now it was time to bring this spitfire angel earthside. The doctor guided dad’s hands down to help with perineal support and to maneuver baby’s head as she glided on out. Through tears of excitement and words of encouragement, this father helped his best friend, his lover, his wife bring their child into this world. He placed his daughter on mama’s chest and comforted them both. It was truly amazing and raw.
I slowly made my way to the edge of the bed to get a good look at this sweet angel. The afternoon sun shined perfectly on her sweet face as mom sweetly spoke to her baby. I turned to dad and whispered, “You did it.” He fell into my arms, tears flowing, and we shared the most beautiful hug. It reminded me of why I do this work. Watching a family who already was one become complete was simply amazing. The love, the strength, the support, and encouragement were enough to bring anyone to tears.
Though this birth did not follow the plan, this family took each curveball with grace and made educated, informed decisions each step of the way. I couldn’t be more proud of such a deserving family.
Jessika, Jayden, and Miss Junessa—it was not only an honor but a blessing to stand beside you all and watch a blended family become one. You have touched my heart and soul in more ways than one. Thank you for trusting me and inviting me into such a sacred space and important event in your lives.
Congratulations, Meadows family! This isn’t goodbye but see you soon.
Love,
Dani the Doula
Hailey, Austen, David
Where do I even begin? With our first consultation when I met this fierce woman? The months of getting to know each other? Or the moment I watched her transform from a confident yet anxious soon-to-be mama into a powerful, fearless mother? Each stage of this journey—from our introduction to watching her bring her baby earthside—was nothing short of magical and empowering.
At the end of July, I had a wonderful phone consultation with a young woman who was anxious but educated, eager to have the safest and most empowering pregnancy, labor, and delivery possible. Shortly after, I was honored when Hailey hired me to help guide her on this path. What struck me immediately was that she was already doing everything right—educating herself, advocating for her needs, and taking all the steps to ensure a healthy, healing experience. My role was simply to support what she already instinctively knew.
For months, I joined her at prenatal appointments with the wonderful Brianna at Cascadia Midwifery. Each visit, she asked all the right questions, preparing herself mentally and physically for the marathon ahead. As I got to know this incredible mother, I saw my younger self in her, which created an even deeper connection. Watching her bloom from an unsure but beautiful woman into a fierce, courageous, bright light of a mother was nothing short of extraordinary. There was heart healing to be done, and she did more than the necessary work.
When the day came for her to bring her baby earthside, it wasn’t exactly what the birth plan outlined—but she took each challenge and change with grace and intelligence. Because of her healing, her bright soul, and her fierce motherly instincts, she safely brought her child into the world. There wasn’t a dry eye in that room. The love and support from her sister, mother, and boyfriend was unmatched. The presence of her father, who had passed the year prior, also filled the room. The Deaconess staff was incredibly welcoming and accommodating to her wishes. And then there was her midwife Brianna and me—the ones who got to watch her blossom, heal, find her voice, and grow over these past months.
There is something sacred and beautiful within the relationship between a client and her birth team. This experience was nothing short of sacred and special. We are all incredibly proud of you, Hailey—especially your father. It was a pleasure to walk alongside you and support you. You deserve nothing but the best.
Congratulations, Hailey and Austen, and baby David (named after his beloved grandfather). This was truly a life-changing experience, and you’ll always hold a special place in my heart.
Margaret, Aiden & Marcus
I met this courageous young mother last spring, and saying it was a wonderful ride would be an understatement. This mama was unsure about so many things, but with love and direction, she made countless perfect choices for herself and her baby. I watched her blossom from an unsure teen into a powerful, intuitive mother. She took her experience and pregnancy by the reins, asked all the right questions, and did the research to ensure all her decisions were evidence-based and fear-free.
The day her little guy decided it was time to come earthside was a beautiful rainy evening. She called me around 9 PM on the 23rd to let me know she was sure things were starting. We encouraged rest, but anxiousness to meet little one made that a bit difficult. Around 11 PM, I arrived at her home and we came up with a plan to head to the birth center for some peaceful rest. After a little rest, contractions picked up. We used all the tricks to help her manage the dreaded visitor of back labor. Through intense vomiting (HG) on top of contractions, this mama powered through like a warrior.
Around 6 AM, the dream team of midwives and students arrived. Their graceful presence was a much-needed breath of fresh air. As the sun came up and the rainy evening turned into a bright rainy morning, transition hit. The waves of intense back labor during transition are something we never want to watch anyone endure, but she took each one on with strength and courage. After many hours at complete dilation, mama listened to her body and assured us it wasn’t time. We listened. After another cervical check, it was determined that baby was shifting and had caused a bit of cervical swelling. Mama intuition truly is amazing—she knew it wasn’t time.
Contractions began to spread out, and these two young adults made the very wise decision to get an epidural. We headed to the hospital and the transfer was seamless. The staff at Deaconess was so welcoming, warm, and supportive. After a much-needed long nap and a few positional changes, it was time to push. After two hours of pushing, dad grabbed his baby boy and placed him on mama’s chest. Thirty-four hours of labor, two hours of pushing, and he was here! A perfect little cherub with absolutely no complications.
Watching two 19-year-olds not only become parents but advocate, have voices, and make their own educated decisions through one of the longest, hardest, scariest, and most challenging experiences they will ever face was not only profound but a joy. Everything we taught them, they implemented and made their own. A true testament to their love for each other and their baby. The bond and love like this is something you read about and rarely witness. It was not only an honor but a reminder of the good in this world.
I have so much respect and love for you, Margaret and Aiden. It was a pleasure to walk alongside you in this transformation and journey. The love, trust, strength, and bond you two share is something some people pray for. You are some of the best parents and humans I’ve had the pleasure of meeting and getting to know.
Congratulations, Margaret and Aiden. Little Marcus is absolutely perfect.
Lily, Isaiah & Russell
Just weeks ago, I sat across from a radiant young woman whose eyes held a vision—a sacred blueprint of how she would welcome her first child into the world. I knew immediately: I was meant to walk beside this family as they reached for their dream.
A few weeks later, one day shy of her due date, the call came. Low fluid. It was time. I raced from a prenatal appointment in Spokane to KMC, heart pounding with anticipation.
Induction began, and labor unfolded with surprising ease—laughter echoing between contractions. But then, uninvited, back labor arrived with its relentless grip. This mama didn’t flinch. Through each powerful, rapid wave, she moved with an ancient knowing, as if her body had been preparing for this moment since the beginning of time. She was made for this.
Twelve hours passed. Then came the brave, wise choice: an epidural. We all surrendered to rest, and when we woke, she had bloomed to eight centimeters. Soon after, it was time. The real marathon was about to begin.
For three hours, she pushed. With every effort, we surrounded her with encouragement and reverence. It was an uphill climb—exhausting, demanding—but with unwavering strength and courage, she brought her sunny-side-up baby boy earthside after twenty-six hours of labor.
Her partner never left her side, his voice a steady anchor. The nurse and I offered positioning and guidance, but what truly illuminated that room was this young woman’s unshakeable trust in herself.
And then, in an instant, nine months of pregnancy, twenty-six hours of back labor, three hours of pushing—all of it dissolved the moment she saw him.
“Oh my baby, my baby. I’ve been waiting for my baby. I love you so much.”
Her words, raw and overflowing, left not a single dry eye in the room that morning.
I will carry this memory forever: watching these high school sweethearts transform before our eyes—from boyfriend and girlfriend into mother and father. We witnessed them fall in love all over again, deeper than before, bound now by the tiny soul they created together.
It was a privilege beyond words to stand witness to such a treasured moment.
Congratulations, Lily and Isaiah. It was an honor. You three deserve the world.
🩵
Jaclyn, Ryan & Jade
Our journey began at 38 weeks over breakfast, connecting as cat moms who believed in holistic birth. Being referred by a midwife I deeply admire felt like perfect alignment.
Eleven days past her due date (a timeline I knew well - my baby was also 11 days late at a birth center), I was at a wedding when the text came: magic midwife smoothie down, napping at the birth center since home was 2+ hours away. I raced home, checked my bags, and tried to rest. 12:30 am Sunday, the call came.
I arrived around 1 am, and as I parked: “I think my water broke.” Perfect timing. Her midwife arrived serene with coffee in hand, while mama’s mom came in like a whirlwind of love with extra water bottles and barely contained excitement.
The midwife and I guided her through contractions that intensified and quickened. This mama met every wave with grace and strength. Dad was her rock - so present, doing everything to help his best friend welcome their daughter.
When the student midwives arrived before pushing, they brought beautiful calm. The trust between this mama and her birth team was stunning.
Then transition came, and she transformed into a powerhouse. She spoke to her baby, trusted her instincts, and surrendered like she’d been doing this forever. She lived every word we’d shared about working as a team with her body and baby.
A little after 10 am on a sunny Sunday, Jade made her entrance in a peaceful waterbirth. Dad held mama through every moment. The midwives and I circled the tub - a sacred ring of feminine wisdom, witnessing one of our own cross into motherhood. Grandma watched as her daughter became a mother in the most primal, beautiful way.
Jade. Wisdom, purity, serenity. The perfect name for a soul who arrived so peacefully, held by the fierce love of the women surrounding her mama.
Though our time together was brief, this birth will stay with me always.
Jaclyn and Ryan - what an honor. Congratulations.
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Juniper Midwifery
Amanda, Amarah & Kehlani
What an incredible honor it was to support this amazing family through their twin pregnancy and delivery! From the moment I first met this remarkable mother, I could see that she was born for this journey. Her natural strength and grace throughout pregnancy only confirmed what I instinctively knew from our first meeting.
This courageous woman navigated every challenge with unwavering determination. From the early labor monitoring that required an overnight hospital stay to successfully carrying her precious twins to full term—no small feat with multiples—she demonstrated extraordinary resilience at every turn. Her journey taught me so much about the power of maternal instinct and inner strength, and I feel deeply privileged to have witnessed her story unfold.
Throughout the pregnancy, Baby B (little Kehlani) kept everyone on their toes with her acrobatic tendencies. She would flip from head-down to breech position, sometimes giving her sister an unexpected kick to the head in the process! Her playful movements meant we were all eagerly anticipating which position she would ultimately choose for delivery day, as this would determine whether a vaginal delivery or cesarean section would be safest.
A scheduled C-section was planned, but true to form, little Kehlani had other plans. On the morning of delivery, she decided to settle into the head-down position at the last moment. After a beautifully managed 37-week pregnancy, both babies arrived safely via sunroof delivery—one at 12:56 PM and her sister just two minutes later at 12:58 PM.
Congratulations to Amanda and Tayvin on the arrival of your absolutely perfect daughters! What a testament to the incredible strength of motherhood and the beautiful unpredictability of birth. 💕
Elizabeth, Dylan & Harmony
Harmony — from the Greek “harmonia,” meaning agreement or concord. Women who bear this name are forces of nature, bringing balance, unity, and an eye for beauty to everything they touch.
Grace — from the Latin “gratia,” meaning favor, blessing, or thanks.
What could be more perfect for such a precious blessing?
Harmony Grace made her earthside debut on this glorious sunny morning with the same ease, peace, and quiet power that her name suggests. True to form, this little one has been keeping everyone on their toes from the very beginning.
Throughout pregnancy, we lovingly called her “little ballerina” and “gymnast” for all the flips and turns she performed in utero. Right up until the final days, she was still dancing to her own rhythm. But with some gentle encouragement from mom and dad — and perhaps a few midwifery and doula tricks — sweet ballerina pirouetted into perfect position for what became a textbook birth.
As each contraction wave rolled through, mama met it with unwavering perseverance and incredible inner strength. With her devoted husband right beside her, they rode each surge together, drawing closer and closer to meeting their daughter. And when the moment finally came, baby Harmony Grace entered this world on this beautiful sunny morning in the most… well, harmonious and graceful way imaginable.
This precious arrival adds another beautiful chapter to their family’s story — a growing tale woven with threads of strength, peace, love, and triumph.
It has been nothing short of an honor to walk alongside these amazing people since week 7 of this pregnancy journey.
Congratulations, Elizabeth, Dylan, and Mel. She is absolutely perfect. 💕
Mackenzie, Blake & Rilynn
This sweet nugget decided she rather be a June baby than a July babe. I met her parents just a few weeks prior to her arrival and my only regret is I didn’t get to spend more time with these wonderful people. Miss Riylnn joined us all earthside 5 weeks early and boy was she a good size! On 6/5 I was heading to cda when I got a text “I’m gonna go get checked just to make sure I just peed myself” and sure enough it was confirmed water broke! Around 12 am I joined mom and dad. Mom was progressing slowly and rather frustrated due to fears from failed induction with her last babe. Her husband and I reassured her every experience is different and to try and rest. I left around 3 am and checked in around 8 am. At that time she informed me they were gonna go for an elective c section, not exactly what the original plan was but I reminded them that plans change and that’s ok. Healthy mama and healthy baby is the over all goal. Even tho plans changed this mama was in complete control and called all the shots! Which is empowering for her and a huge goal for us doulas, self advocacy is a game changer and amazing to witness. Watching this family grow, have choices in the birth plan and a hospital staff being more than supportive was so refreshing. Baby Riylnn is doing very well and so is momma just ready to finally settle at home. Congratulations Mackenzie, Blake and big sis! You guys are incredible and did amazing it truly was an honor. 💕
Hannah, Dillion, Sophia
Miss Sophia arrived on Friday the 23rd, and what a journey it was! The previous week, her mom called me with contractions 3-4 minutes apart, so we planned to meet at Deaconess Hospital in a few hours. We thought we'd meet little Miss soon, but Sophia had other plans! I joked she wanted to be a Gemini, not a Taurus. Fast forward to the next week, I sensed something was different during my evening check-in with mom (call it my doula intuition) She’s feeling more cramps and pressure but nothing “too exciting”. At 7 am Mom called me to tell me they are leaving soon and this is the real deal. I leave at 7:20 on the way I get a call and I knew she was in active labor by her voice and breathing. By 7:27 I had talked her through 2 contractions in 3 mins! As I frantically get on the freeway I tell my doula bff “I’m gonna miss this birth!”I arrived at the hospital at 7:55 just 10 mins after mom and dad. After a frantic dash, I finally made it to Hannah at 8:02 just in time to grab a leg. Sophia Parker arrived at 8:04, and she's perfect! Congratulations to Hannah, Dillion, and big bro Kaiden! You are a rockstar Hannah! Much love to you guys-Dani
Rachawna, Daniel & Wynnter
April 27 marked the grand arrival of this tiny lady. She is perfect in every way, keeping her parents on their toes. From false labor to water leakage the previous night, to intense contractions from the beginning, this mama demonstrated remarkable strength, actually laughing her baby out. With her husband, best friend, myself, and the outstanding midwife Danni by her side, we were privileged to witness the touching moment of a mama meeting her long-awaited rainbow baby. Dad even caught her. It was heartwarming to watch these new parents become self-assured advocates for themselves and heal from past trauma. As their doula, I was grateful to be apart of this experience and form a forever friendship.
Congratulations, Rachawna and Daniel
Baby Johnny
Mid day on Sunday the 2nd of March I was called in to a birth at KMC. I had not yet met this family before, when I arrived I learned this sweet mama had already been in labor for roughly 16 hours. This was her first baby and as we know most first time mamas can labor for a long time but after 16 hours this family needed extra support. After a small dose of Pitocin, lunges, yoga ball sits and hip swivels, tub and position changes she finally got to 6 cm around 4 am. Around this time nurses urged for sn epidural to help her relax in hopes of quicker dilation. After a private conversation between parents it was decided to move forward with no medication. She powered through the early morning with more coaching from me and her wonderful husband’s support. Around 6:30 am I noticed her bearing down and called for a nurse. She was 9.5 cm and midwife was on the way! 15 minutes later she was on all fours embracing each wave of a contraction like a powerhouse! After about an hour of pushing sweet Johnny was born into his father’s arms and gracefully handed to his mama. This was such a special moment to witness. Parents wants and wishes honored through the whole process of labor and delivery, mama embracing each pain that brought her closer to her baby and dad there supporting emotionally, spiritually and physically. A father catching his son and handing him to his soul mate; baby’s mother and seeing her bring her son to her face and kiss him while whispering “I love you so much” was incredible. Kudos Pope family. It was truly an honor to be apart of such a milestone in your lives.
Ashliee, Dan & Brodie
Early this past Sunday this lil man made his entrance earth side! He gave his mom and dad a run for their money with days of false labor to stalled labor Saturday night. With the help of nurse Nikki, nurse Beth, myself and encouraging words from dad this mom persevered and brought this bundle into the world. He joins his two big brothers and now big sister, the perfect addition to this beautiful family. Congratulations Ashliee and Dan it was an honor to be apart of such a magical day! 💕
