It took me 30 years to figure out what I want to be when I grow up... and it was worth the wait!

It wasn’t until I experienced pregnancy, birth, postpartum, and breastfeeding with my second daughter that I realized: I. WAS. MADE. FOR. THIS.

But my journey to this career path wasn’t all rainbows and butterflies. Let me take you back...

I had my first daughter just weeks after turning 17. I assumed breastfeeding was what moms did—and it seemed like the logical choice. I didn’t have money for bottles and formula, and breastfeeding didn’t cost anything. But I had zero education, zero support, and zero community.

This was before the days of Googling for answers, joining Facebook groups, or watching YouTube tutorials. I thought breastfeeding was supposed to hurt. I believed the misery was just part of the package—because no one told me otherwise.

I was young, unprepared for postpartum, and lacked the knowledge and resources to breastfeed successfully. After countless pediatrician visits and concerns about my baby’s weight, I was told to switch to formula. There was no mention of professional lactation support (which, honestly, I didn’t even know existed). So I made the switch.

My baby thrived on formula, but I didn’t. I spiraled into postpartum depression. At 17, I didn’t even realize that’s what I was experiencing. I felt disconnected from my baby, caught between trying to be a mother and still wanting to be a teenager. I thought this was just what motherhood was—because no one told me otherwise.

Fast forward 13 years. I was married to the man who raised my firstborn as his own, thriving, and growing our family with another daughter. But deep down, I was terrified. This time, I was determined to have a different postpartum experience.

I prepared by educating myself, learning everything I could about postpartum recovery and breastfeeding. I was ready for this baby... until the COVID-19 pandemic hit, and the world shut down. Suddenly, I felt like 17-year-old me again: alone and figuring it all out on my own.

Despite the challenges, I welcomed my baby girl into the world, and it was the most beautiful experience of my life. I was ready—until I wasn’t. My milk didn’t come in by day four, my baby wasn’t gaining weight, and she became dehydrated. It felt like history was repeating itself.

But this time, I knew more. I recognized something wasn’t right, even if I didn’t know exactly how to fix it. Unfortunately, virtual support could only go so far, and I longed for in-person help. We supplemented with formula until my milk supply was established, and we found our rhythm.

Physically, things improved. Emotionally, it was still a rollercoaster. But this time, I had the support of my husband, my family, and my own preparation. I was in love with my baby, in love with breastfeeding, and felt connected to both.

Still, I often wished for someone to come into my home to reassure me, guide me, and remind me I was doing everything right. Someone educated and compassionate to support me during those overwhelming moments.

And that’s where I come in.

I understand the unique challenges of postpartum and breastfeeding, and I’ve dedicated my career to being the support system I once needed. It would be an honor to walk alongside you and your family during this transformative time. You deserve care, compassion, and encouragement—and I’m here to provide exactly that.

Let’s navigate this journey together.