10/05/2026
Just a little note from my heart this Mother’s Day 🤍
If you’re waiting on galleries, messages, or the usual bits from me, thank you for your patience.
This week has cracked me open a little.
Birth work is such a beautiful privilege, but it means being invited into the most intimate, sacred, life-altering moments imaginable. It means witnessing women become mothers. Watching partners become parents. Hearing first cries. Feeling the electricity in the room when a long-awaited baby is finally placed earthside.
But it also means standing beside families in the moments where there is no first cry.
Where love still exists in overwhelming amounts, but it is tangled up with grief so deep it takes the air from the room.
This week, I held both.
I witnessed immense joy. The kind that fills your whole chest and reminds you exactly why this work matters.
And I also had the profound heartbreak of supporting a family as they welcomed their baby, knowing they would also have to say goodbye.
And in that space, I also want to acknowledge the incredible midwives who stood beside us.
For not just caring for that family so beautifully, but for caring for me too.
For reminding me that even in clinical spaces, humanity still has a place. That tears are not weakness. That grief can be held collectively. That sometimes what’s needed most is simply presence, softness, and a big group cuddle in the middle of heartbreak.
The work you do is truly magic. And I will carry that with me.
And if I’m honest, carrying both of those things at once has felt heavy.
Then comes Mother’s Day.
A day that can feel so beautiful for some, and so unbearably painful for others.
For the mothers holding their babies close.
For the mothers with empty arms.
For the women who became mothers in silence.
For those longing to be mothers.
For the mothers whose babies only ever knew the safety of their bodies.
For the ones mothering through grief, trauma, exhaustion, healing, survival.
This work asks me to hold space for the full spectrum of motherhood, and I do that with every part of my heart.
But I’m human too.
And sometimes after holding so much for others, I need a moment to quietly put the pieces of myself back together too.
So if I’m quieter than usual, that’s why.
Please know your galleries, your memories, your messages, your stories… they matter so deeply to me. I just need a little grace as I emotionally catch my breath.
To every mother, in every version that word exists… I see you today 🤍
Elle x