Hey, I’m glad you’re here.
Hair thrown up into a messy bun, constantly running 15 minutes behind schedule, (but always needing to stop at Starbucks), and whispering cuss words under your breath throughout the day. Sound familiar? Does your house have dishes in the sink, laundry in the washer (that you have rewashed 3x because you keep forgetting to change it over), and chaos (but so much love among that chaos)? Yeah, mine too. We’re only human, and Instagram life isn’t real life.
The same is true for birth, and that’s where I come in. I want to capture your real, honest, story. Your chaos. Your struggle. Your power. Because perfection is overrated, and through your honesty I can show you what a badass you are in labor, in birth, in postpartum, and everyday.
Hi, I’m Mikayla. Photographer. Starbucks lover. Homebirth advocate.
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I spend my days with Starbucks in my hand, a child on my hip, and two doggos pretending to be my shadow. I like to believe I am a gentle parent, but I’m more responsive than gentle. I cuss, I yell sometimes, and I hide in my bathroom for a break at least once a day. I also say fuck. A lot. I think it’s important to be real, though. To be honest, and to show ourselves as we are. For some people, that makes me “too much” for them, but that’s fine. They aren’t my people anyway.
I love crystals and plants (and nature in general), and spend more time playing with my kids and training my dogs than cleaning. So, be warned my life is a little (or a lot) chaotic. There’s probably dishes in the sink and laundry in the dryer that has been there for a few days. But, more than messes or dirty laundry, it’s filled to the brim with love. My husband and I homeschool our littles, are addicted to buying way more cloth diapers than we need, and love nature. I grew up in the Adirondacks and miss it every single day. I advocate fiercely for homebirth, breastfeeding, and am all about informed choice (that’s actually what led me to become a doula!)
I am a very emotional person. I cry. A lot. When I realize how quickly my children are growing. When I finish something I am proud of. When I achieve a goal. And yes, when a baby is born and I get to witness and document that story unfolding. By the time your gallery is finished I have probably cried a few more times editing too. I also ramble a lot and talk too much, hence why this page became so long. If any of that resonates with you, reach out, let’s chat!