Birth Support & Artistry Blog

It doesn’t take much to understand and especially whole-heartedly feel what kind of person Stevie of Embodied Alchemy is – truly genuine, uplifting and positive. She has this calm and warm presence radiating off of her which is exactly what birthing families need during their time of growth and transformation.

This mama’s birth story, let me tell you, was so grounding and just overall such a joy to document and be a part of. When JaiAnn reached out to me about my model call that I launched in July, I knew right away after chatting with her over the phone

This birth was special in so many ways. 1) Erika and I met in the fall of last year, connecting over a cup of coffee and both of our passion – birth work (she is a local birth doula and childbirth educator over at Thrive Mama Doula). She is such

To be completely honest, I have not always been a self-proclaimed “placenta nerd”. Before having kids this squishy, jellyfish looking organ was just a disposable byproduct of giving birth. It wasn’t until later when I learned all these amazing little facts that I looked at it with different eyes. While

When people hear the term “birth photographer,” they are one of two things – excited or confused. For the confused folks, it’s usually because they are questioning why a person would want someone photographing their birth in the first place.  As our work is becoming more known and welcomed, more

1. Select Your Birth Team Wisely Whether that is your OB or midwife, doula, birth photographer, chiropractor or family and friends. No matter if you are birthing in a hospital or planning a home birth. Nothing is more important than being surrounded by people that hold space and advocate for

This past weekend I had the privilege of meeting up with a local prenatal and postpartum yoga instructor to document her approach to a mindful and connected pregnancy. Claire Sandberg of Nurture and Nourish Yoga found yoga to be such a positive influence in her life when she had her

When my husband and I brought our oldest home from the hospital, all we had was a handful of blurry cell phone selfies. We took a few images throughout the induction process and the last one I have on my phone was a picture of the clock showing 8:01am. I

Never in a million years would I think I’d write a blog, but here I am sharing with you the story of this beautiful mama and her son, because it is stories like these that are so worth documenting. “I really dislike photos of myself. I’m always so critical. Even