If you’ve been a doula for more than a minute, you’ve probably felt it. The surge of inquiries that fills your calendar—and your heart—with excitement.
The silence that follows a stretch of contracts and makes you question everything.

One day you’re booked out, the next you’re wondering if anyone even knows you exist.

Welcome to what I call the Feast or Famine Cycle—a reality of doula work that no one really talks about.