A Note From Me to You

You might be wondering
“Wait… your name is LC Birth Stories. So where are the birth stories?”

Honestly, it’s a completely fair question.

The name still fits, because birth stories are still part of the tapestry of my life and my heart. But like many stories, mine has taken an unexpected turn. A little plot twist I never saw coming.

After the sudden and devastating loss of my dad, everything shifted. My world, my energy, my capacity. Grief doesn’t arrive politely it crashes in, rearranging everything in its path. And in the wake of that loss, I found myself needing to slow down. My family needed me. I needed me. The kind of sacred, intentional healing that doesn't fit into the unpredictable rhythm of on-call birth work.

And so, I made the hard, tender, soul deep decision to pause.

But this pause isn’t an ending it’s a redirection.

In this quieter season, I’ve found comfort and creativity in capturing the other sacred parts of motherhood: the anticipation of a growing belly, the quiet joy of newborn snuggles, the messy magic of toddlers wrapped around their mama’s legs, the sweet chaos of family life that unfolds in everyday moments.

These stories are just as important. Just as raw, real, and beautiful.

Through my lens, I’ve found a way to keep telling stories even if they look a little different for now. Stories of motherhood in all its wild, emotional, perfectly imperfect forms. They’ve helped me heal, and I hope they help you feel seen, loved, and remembered too.

To my birth mamas and my fellow birth workers: please know that I haven’t walked away. That fire still burns. That calling still whispers. I fully believe I’ll return to birth work when the time is right when my heart has had the space to mend and I’m ready to show up the way your stories deserve.

But until then, I invite you to walk with me through this chapter.

Let’s embrace the beauty of what is. Let’s document the little moments that make this season unforgettable. Let’s honor the softness, the strength, the laughter, the meltdowns, the quiet mornings, and the loud, love filled afternoons. Because this, too, is motherhood. And it’s worthy of being remembered.

From my healing heart to yours thank you for being here.