I’m a birth preparation specialist, a 350-hour certified yoga teacher, a holistic nutritionist, and a proud mother of three incredible (and occasionally wild) children. With each new chapter in my own motherhood journey, I’ve become more passionate about empowering other women to feel informed, confident, and grounded as they approach one of the most powerful and transformative experiences of their lives.
My first pregnancy wasn’t exactly smooth sailing. At 17 weeks, an ultrasound showed my cervix was short and beginning to funnel—a risky situation that, if left unchecked, could lead to a pregnancy loss. I was immediately scheduled for an emergency cerclage (a small stitch that quite literally pulls the cervix shut). My consultant recommended strict bedrest afterward, and that was me—bedbound until 34 weeks.
I'll admit, the first few weeks after the procedure were daunting. I’d gone from a wonderfully active pregnancy to barely being allowed out of bed except for brief showers and bathroom breaks. I knew that to get through, I’d need to take care of my mental health, so I did what I could: I created a daily timetable to give my days some rhythm. I mapped out everything from journaling and breathwork to a bedrest exercise routine (approved by a prenatal physiotherapist and my consultant). I even began training to become a holistic nutritionist from my bed! There were many scares along the way, but somehow, I made it to the finish line—the stitch was removed at 36 weeks.
That was only the beginning, though. Despite a weekend birth-prep course with a mediocre teacher, I was induced at 37 weeks, leading to a cascade of medical interventions: an emergency C-section, followed by a serious, life-threatening infection called pseudomonas. I needed a second surgery to remove the infected tissue and spent eight more days on IV antibiotics. But there was a silver lining in all of it. Breastfeeding was a challenge due to poor latch and the medications I’d been on causing low milk supply, but it was one area where I could take control. I had access to hospital-grade pumps and focused on pumping and having baby at the Brest as often as possible to boost my supply. It worked—and my baby and I went on to enjoy two years of breastfeeding together.