Hello, I'm Paige

Mum of 2 amazing girlies, wife of a legend, doula and hypnobirthing teacher.

I support women to feel supported, educated and confident during pregnancy, birth and postpartum.

But this version of me was built through a lot of learning… the hard way.

5 Things You Might Not Know About Me

• I once wanted to be a midwife

• I used to love going to music festivals and was abit wild in my late teens/early twenties

• I’ve had the same best friend since we were 12, and I genuinely don’t know how I’d do life without her

• I worked jobs that paid the bills but didn’t light me up

• I bought my husband a dog because I “wasn’t ready for a baby yet” 🐶

Fast forward two months…

turns out my body was ready even if my head wasn’t..

I met my husband in 2013, we married in 2017.

In 2018, two days after our first wedding anniversary (celebrated in a hospital room with a KFC, romantic), our first daughter was born.

Motherhood changed everything for me.

It cracked me open.

It made me question things.

It showed me how vulnerable, powerful and transformative this season really is.

And it made me realise how much women need to feel supported. Not judged, not dismissed, not brushed aside.

I hadn’t prepared.

I went into hospital with reduced movements and slightly raised blood pressure. Suddenly everything felt urgent.

I was told it could turn into pre eclampsia.

That induction would be safer. I was scared. So I went along with it. 

Not fully understanding my options.

Not fully understanding my body. 

The birth became very medical. I had a pessary started and removed to start dilation. We’d been told induction was urgent…

but we then waited over 24 hours in hospital for a bed. That waiting confused me.

If it was urgent, why were we waiting?

If we were waiting, was I overreacting? Was my body already failing? When a bed finally became available, my waters were broken and the synthetic oxytocin drip started. No one prepared me for that intensity.

The contractions didn’t build gradually.

They hit hard and fast. My body didn’t have time to adjust.

My brain didn’t have time to catch up. 

It was the most severe pain I’ve ever felt. 

I had said I didn’t want an epidural.

But I reached a point where I felt overwhelmed, out of control, almost desperate.

So I agreed. 

After the Epidural I lay flat on my back. I didn’t realise then how much position matters. 

No one told me that resting on your side with a peanut ball can support baby to descend and rotate. 

Instead, I stayed on my back. 

Sacrum pressed into the bed. Bright lights. 

My body working against gravity.

When I was told I was fully dilated, I felt fear. Not trust

I was coached to push by 2 midwives while my husband looked on feeling helpless. We were both equally unprepared.

I was shouted at and told I needed to try harder. 

When baby didn’t appear quickly, I was told doctors were at the door ready with forceps if I didn’t get her out. 

It felt like a countdown.

Like I was failing a test. 

No one said,

“Your body will bring your baby when it’s ready.”

No one suggested changing position.

No one talk about space or patience.

I had an episiotomy. No forceps, but I’d felt that threat hanging over me. 

And that was terrifying. 

I remember thinking “My body can’t do this properly.” 

After birth she was placed on my chest briefly. Then taken to be checked. 

The room was bright. Busy. 

I was still on my back. Legs supported. 

Being stitched.

There wasn’t that uninterrupted Golden Hour I’d been dreaming about.

There wasn’t quiet. I felt exposed.

Vulnerable.

Dignity on the floor. And Afterwards I didn’t feel powerful. 

I felt: Small. Ashamed. Disconnected from my body.

Like I had done something wrong. 

Even though now I understand how environment, positioning, language and physiology all shape birth. 

Back then, I just felt like I’d failed.

Vulnerable.

Dignity on the floor. And Afterwards I didn’t feel powerful. 

I felt: Small. Ashamed. Disconnected from my body.

Like I had done something wrong. 

Even though now I understand how environment, positioning, language and physiology all shape birth. 

Back then, I just felt like I’d failed.

Breastfeedng was hard too.

Her weight dropped.

I was told to give formula in a bottle. No one explained how IV fluids can affect birth weight.

No one talked through other ways to protect breastfeeding. 

I went home feeling like I’d failed twice. 

Birth.

Feeding. 

That knocked my confidence more than I realised at the time. 

But I’m stubborn. 

I pumped. I cried. I googled at 2am.

I refused to give up. 

At 3 months old, she latched.

And that moment healed something in me. 

It made me realise, I wasn’t broken.

I just hadn’t been properly supported. 

Soon after, I trained as a breastfeeding supporter, because I never wanted another mum to feel so alone or unsupported.

My second pregnancy, i was scared.

I was anxious because I wanted it to be different from my first.

I didn’t want to feel powerless again. 

And I felt guilt for this, because I knew how lucky I was. 

That anxiety was my turning point. 

This time I chose knowledge. I immersed myself in learning. 

Reading, researching, and understanding what my body needed and what would truly support me. 

I prepared. I asked questions. I explored options. And when the time came… Everything felt different. 

I felt informed. I felt confident. I felt empowered I stopped handing my power over. 

Same body.

Different mindset.

Different support.

My second daughter was born at home. In my space.

In an environment that felt familiar.

Safe. 

It wasn’t silent or cinematic.

It was real. Raw. Fast

But it felt different.

I felt connected to what my body was doing.

I wasn’t bracing against it.

I wasn’t waiting for someone to tell me if I was doing it “right.” I trusted the sensations.

I moved how I needed to.

I listened inward instead of outward. And that changed everything. When she was born, I didn’t feel defeated. I felt capable. Not because it was “perfect.”

But because I felt involved. 

Afterwards, the difference stayed with me. Physically, I recovered so much quicker.

I felt stronger in my body.

More steady.

Less shaken. 

Mentally, I didn’t carry that heaviness.

There was no lingering sense of failure.

No quiet questioning of myself. 

I felt proud. And that feeling, that pride, was new.

It healed parts of me I didn’t even realise were still tender from before. 

It showed me what birth can feel like when you feel informed, supported and safe.

That’s why I’m so passionate about what I do.

Because I know what it feels like to walk away from birth questioning yourself. 

To make decisions from fear. 

And I know what it feels like to make them from understanding. To walk away confident. 

Knowing you made the decisions, understood your body, and were supported every step of the way. 

I want more women to feel prepared.

To feel safe.

To understand their bodies.

To know they have choices.

Not perfect births.

But their births.

If you feel I could be the right doula for you, I’d love to have a chat and see how I can support you through this special time. I’m excited to be there to help you blossom into the mother you want to be - and I know you can be!

I look forward to hearing from you soon. :)