Jez's Journey from Doula to Sacred Birth Worker & What She Loves about Birth Work

From Doula to a Sacred Birth Worker - Jez's Story

 Jez took a mainstream DONA Doula Course and didn't find that it gave her enough knowledge, support or confidence to be the space holder for something so big such as the birth portal. So she decided to come to The Sacred Birth Worker Mentorship to deepen her craft.

Here is her story.

The Doula who wanted more...

Enjoy!

What I Love About Being a Sacred Birth Worker

I love being a sister in this work.

I love dreaming with women, romanticizing what they want for themselves, and watching them step into their own power.

I love witnessing the moment when a woman doesn’t just give birth—she births herself.

I love mothering mothers—wrapping them in warmth, in wisdom, in reminders that they, too, are held.

I love sharing evidence-based truths that would have changed everything for my own rite of passage into motherhood.

I love that I don’t clock in, and I don’t check out. This isn’t a job—it’s a way of being. A remembering. A knowing. I don’t “do” birth work. I move, breathe, and exist within it.

Being a Sacred Birth Worker has redefined my view on “work.” 

I love being coated in sacredness—moving through birth with a lens that makes every moment feel profound.

I love the intimacy of hearing women’s stories, their weavings, their wisdoms, their unlearning.

I love witnessing the different traditions that shape how birth is honored—the foods being prepared with care, the rituals passed down, the small mundane moments that hold so much meaning.

I love the way birth invites presence—how no two moments are the same, no two women are the same, no two births are the same. 

I love being the bridge—between the seen and unseen, between what was and what will be.

I love the tiny baby clothes, the way they hold the promise of a life just beginning.

And most of all, I love being in the space where babies claim their breath—where the air shifts, where time folds, where the veil is thin.

What Brought Me to Birth Work

I did not step into birth work. It bloomed within me, slowly, steadily—like a flower remembering the sun.

I have always been a student of life, unraveling truths, peeling back layers of knowing. I did not know birth work was calling me—I was simply walking, listening, becoming.

Healing my womb brought me here.

I have woven myself back together from generations of womb trauma, from the weight of a PCOS proclamation that was never my destiny.

I studied herbs to reclaim my body from birth control, to take back what had been placed in the hands of professionals who were never meant to hold my healing.

I learned that my body was never broken. That healing was not something to be handed over—but something to be remembered, returned to, honored.

Military life brought me here.

Living on a base, where strangers become family and we hold each other through distances and deployments, I was already doing the work.

Sitting with women, witnessing them, wrapping them in care.

We were all far from home, so we became home for each other.

And then one day, I heard the word doula, and it put a name to what I had already known in my bones.

I did not choose birth work.

Spirit placed it in my hands, in my blood, in my breath.

It is my birthright. It is written in the marrow of my bones, in the sacred remembering of my womb.

And now, I walk this path—not as something I do, but as something I am.

How I Work Today as a Sacred Birth Worker

I am with women in their birthing spaces.

I am there—breathing beside them, sounding with them, standing behind them when they need to lean. I move with their rhythms, their contractions, their prayers.

I am in the space with their families—helping shape the room into a sanctuary, dimming lights, softening the air, allowing everyone to simply be.

I offer planning sessions with the birthing team, ensuring that when the moment comes, we are not scrambling—we are executing the visions we all shaped together during pregnancy.

I bridge language barriers between women and their medical teams, ensuring their voices are heard, their choices honored.

I offer smiles and reassurance to the mothers of birthing mothers, reminding them that birth has always belonged to the body, to the rhythm of physiology itself.

I make tea.

I sit with and beside toddlers being birthed as siblings, using my own mothering wisdom to keep little hands and hearts engaged.

I shift the atmosphere—not by force, but by presence. By knowing when to move and when to be still.

In postpartum, I offer breastfeeding support and gentle, practical assistance—laundry, dishes, a grounding presence.

Sometimes, the greatest offering is simply being there.

But my work isn’t just in the birthing room—it is in the womb space itself.

I am a womb guide, helping women return to their own knowing through oracle readings, writing prompts, and deep space holding.

I host writing circles, period positivity classes, and cycle charting workshops—spaces where women come to release, reflect, and reclaim their voices.

I offer 1:1 space-holding sessions that move at the pace of real life. No rush. No pressure.

Just room to be—to open the throat so the whole body can open (because the jaw and pelvis are always in conversation). Voice memos are at the center of my work, holding space for women whose hands are full but whose spirits still long to be witnessed.

I walk with women through nature, where we are immersed in the womb of Gaia. 

I am a Birth Oracle, offering creativity, fertility, and womb readings—tapping into the unseen currents that flow beneath this work.

I help plan baby showers, mother’s blessings, and period parties, weaving ritual and intention into every passage.

And my newest birthing: Womb Songs of Blood and Bone. It is not a deck, not a book, not a singular thing—but a filtered channel, a stream of wisdom that flows through me as part of my birth work. It is the voice of the womb, the stories passed through bloodlines, the knowing that moves through me when I hold space. 

It came to me through my own womb, and now it walks with me as I guide others back to theirs. I offer 1:1 sessions through this channel.

How the Mentorship Has Prepared Me to Be a Space Holder and Advocate for the Rite of Passage of Birth

The Sacred Birth Worker Mentorship didn’t just teach me—it disrupted me. 

It made me face the places where I had been running from myself.

It showed me where I was still dissociated, where I was hiding behind idealism instead of being truly grounded.

It brought me back to reality, not just dancing in my at-the-time hippie, unpopular beliefs but standing firm in truth, evidence, and power.

I learned how physiology can be disrupted.

How hormonal sequences shape birth.

How a mother’s environment, emotions, and even subconscious fears can shift the entire course of labor.

I was given tangible, reputable resources—tools that grounded my knowing so that I could not just feel it but explain it, defend it, and advocate with it.

It taught me that witnessing others starts with witnessing myself.

Before the mentorship, I had never written down my own birth story. How could I hold space for women if I had never truly held space for my own experiences?

The mentorship humbled me.

I remember one of my midwife sisters expressing her frustration with the way people spoke about free birth. At the time, I was a loud free birth advocate—but I wasn’t fully grounded in the weight of my words.

I believed, and still believe, that women can birth on their own, in their power.

But this mentorship showed me where I had been speaking from ego, from wounds, from rebellion rather than deep, embodied wisdom.

It held up a mirror to my baggage, and instead of shaming me for it, I was held as I learned to become a clear channel.

I had to unlearn all I knew about being with women.

I had to examine where I was projecting, where I was assuming, where I was holding fear.

I learned that boundaries aren’t just personal—they shape the birthing space.

How the Ongoing Mentorship Community Supports Me

The mentorship community anchors me, holds me accountable, and expands me as a sacred birth worker, mother, sister, space holder.

I host a writing circle in The Village and my sisters come and share space with me. It is gentle, immersive, insightful, and deeply inspirational.

The birth debriefs feed my love for holding space for birth stories.

There is a certain magic in hearing them spoken through so many lenses—midwives, doulas, pediatricians, lawyers, yogis, and mamas.

Each story is a thread in the great weaving of birth work, deepening my understanding of this sacred passage.

The Q&A's provide a safety net, I know when questions arise, there are wise magical women ready to answer and discuss.

This space supports my professional path and it reflects me back to myself as a mother.

Beyond the online platform, our international gatherings expand me as a woman.

I traveled to Sweden for my cohort’s first in-person gathering, where we moved beyond screens and into sisterhood. These women are my sisters.

Find Jez

Join me in The Womb Scene Discord, listen to my podcast, The Womb Scene, on YouTube, email me at [email protected].

also... join Anna's The Village... Im there, Always.

XOXO

Jezreel