Wild & Free Birth Wellness

06/05/2026

The hormonal shift is beginning, and you can feel it in the way you show up each day. There’s a shift in your energy, your mindset, your very essence. The draw to go deeper inward is a pull without reckoning—an undeniable force urging you to retreat, to nest, to prepare, both physically and spiritually.

Your emotions are a rollercoaster, ebbing and flowing like waves in the ocean. Some moments you feel pure bliss, overflowing with gratitude for the life growing within you. You find yourself lost in daydreams, hand resting on your belly, a soft smile forming as tiny kicks respond to your touch. In other moments, the weight of it all crashes over you. The exhaustion, the discomfort, the uncertainty. You feel unstable, ungrounded, on the verge of tears with no clear reason why. It is all part of the process—this deep, primal preparation for birth.

You crave the quiet. The serene. The calm. The peace. You crave the solitude. Noise feels overwhelming. The outside world starts to fade, and you feel the call to turn inward. You long to cocoon yourself in a space of stillness, where you can be fully present with the life inside you. The ticking clock of late pregnancy hums in the background, reminding you that this sacred season will soon come to an end.

It’s just you and this new life within you. Your mind cannot seem to focus on anything else. The to-do list looms—projects, both big and small, that you want completed before the sacred fourth trimester begins. You organize tiny clothes, prepare nourishing meals, ensure your birth space is ready. Each task feels like an offering, a preparation for the transition that lies ahead.

This is the in-between. The both-and. The space where the veil is thin and you walk the line between waiting and welcoming. You are neither here nor there, still pregnant yet on the cusp of birth. The waiting is a paradox—both exhilarating and exhausting, filled with joyful anticipation yet stretc...

06/04/2026

Preeclampsia is not a single disease; it's a multi-system dysfunction.

Clinically, it’s defined as new‑onset hypertension after 20 weeks with proteinuria, and/or maternal organ dysfunction, and/or uteroplacental dysfunction such as fetal growth restriction. In classic, placenta‑driven preeclampsia, this pattern reflects injury at the maternal–fetal interface, whether the primary driver is maternal vascular disease, fetal/placental factors, or both.

Emerging research is helping us to recognize distinct preeclampsia patterns that point to whether the origin is more maternal or fetal, with the common thread being that preeclampsia is placental-driven.

However, some pregnancies look and behave like preeclampsia (Hypertension, proteinuria, abnormal labs, additional symptoms....) but are not placenta. These are preeclampsia mimickers...conditions that cause systemic maternal dysfunction or symptoms that are akin to preeclampsia but are not actually preeclampsia.

Over the next few weeks, I am going to cover what the research says about using standard labs to differentiate true preeclampsia from PE-mimickers and help you distinguish underlying etiology.

The intent is to move past basic symptom-checklist diagnosis and into true pattern recognition...using the labs you are already drawing and introducing you to some new ones.

06/03/2026

Our birth story truly began two weeks before our little one made her grand entrance. At 39 weeks, I labored for 14 hours, only to have the contractions fade away without returning. Each day that followed was spent with intention, though not every moment was filled with the patience and grace I longed for.

I had prayed my entire pregnancy to make it to 40 weeks, and when that milestone arrived, I rejoiced. But as the days passed beyond it, weariness crept in. We found ways to occupy our time—venturing out of the house, embracing distractions, and continuously seeking confirmation that we were still on the path God had laid before us.

I walked through our woods, pouring out my heart in prayer, weeping as I pleaded with God to call our baby forth. I sought release through a prayer session with a dear sister-in-Christ, surrendered my fears in the middle of the YMCA as a stranger prayed over me, and found solace in the prayers of my beloved birthkeeper, Brooke, and our entire Body of Christ. The prayers were abundant, flowing like a river around us.

In the midst of this waiting, loss found its way into my heart. My Papa passed away, and soon after, a dear friend and sister-in-Christ left this world as well. The weight of grief was heavy, compounding the sorrow that March already carried for me. Fear whispered cruelly—what if we lost our baby, too?

Yet, through every doubt, every question, and every ache of my heart, God whispered back:

“I am doing a new thing. Keep trusting Me.”

A powerful home water birth story where faith, worship, and motherhood intertwine. Born to the song Nothing but the Blood of Jesus, this baby’s arrival was bathed in prayer, praise, and presence. A raw, holy glimpse into physiological birth led by God’s design, surrounded by peace, purpose, and ...

06/01/2026

All day long, I covered Josie and Adam in prayer. I asked God for safe passage, for peace, and for a fearless, holy birth. I texted Josie 2 Timothy 1:7—“For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, and love, and a sound mind.” She mentioned how the flow of the day and the activity of the children had slowed things down, which is so often the case in early labor. But I remained on standby, heart open and anchored in God’s timing.

That afternoon, I stepped outside to sit with my chickens while eating lunch and worshiping. I let worship music carry me into God’s presence, where I released my own expectations and opened myself to His plan for this birth. Oceans began to play, and the lyrics stirred something deep in me:

Your grace abounds in deepest waters
Your sovereign hand will be my guide
Where feet may fail and fear surrounds me
You’ve never failed me and You won’t start now...

The tears came easily. Spirit, lead me where my trust is without borders. That line in particular felt knitted to Josie’s experience. I prayed she’d feel the freedom to fully let go—to release the mental to-do list, to silence the part of her that felt she needed to "do" anything more.

As a birthworker, I hold every story as sacred. Whether I’m present for 20 hours or just in time for the final push, the honor is never lost on me. Every birth space is holy. Every woman a warrior. Every moment a reminder of God’s design, sovereignty, and love. And this one? This one was holy gr...

05/29/2026

If there’s one thing I’ve learned through my own pregnancies, births, and the sacred work of walking alongside other women—it’s this: fear is one of the enemy’s favorite weapons.

Fear steals peace.
It clouds discernment.
It whispers lies about our bodies, our abilities, and even about God’s presence in the process He so perfectly designed.

But here’s the truth: fear was never meant to have a seat at your birth.

Fear has no place in the sacred space of birth. Discover how to release fear and embrace faith with Fearless Birth Sanctuary—a Christ-centered childbirth education course that equips you spiritually and practically to birth with peace, confidence, and trust in God’s design.

05/27/2026

Draw a Permanent Boundary Line:
A Birth Story of Strength, Surrender, and the Guiding Hand of God

To witness a mother walk through the refining fire of labor — to see her wrestle, surrender, and rise again in trust — is to watch the gospel unfold in real time. Birth is not only about bringing forth life, but about meeting the Giver of Life in the process.