My Story

This calling has now evolved, with the realization that our full life experience shapes the mothers that we wish to be and the mothers that we become. Now, as a mother of three, I am passionate about serving your needs.

one of my postpartum photos
one of my postpartum photos

Seven years ago, I found myself in a free-standing birth center on a peaceful winter day in Maine, holding my first-born son. The labor and delivery progressed without complications. The policy at the birth center was to go home four to six hours post delivery. I went home and felt great. On day one postpartum, I went for a walk in the freezing cold with my newborn baby. After less than a week postpartum, I was lifting my baby in his car seat, despite offers to be helped. I was so proud of myself and yet so unaware.

During my six-week postpartum checkup, reality sunk in.

I had stitches that were not fully healed and a pelvic organ prolapse. Bowel movements were excruciating and breastfeeding was not going well. I was hardly producing any breastmilk, forcing me to supplement with formula on day three. I had recurrent thrush. I stubbornly held on to painful breastfeeding until my supply dwindled to nothing at ten months.

one of my postpartum photos
one of my postpartum photos
one of my postpartum photos
one of my postpartum photos

I realized the important lesson that just because my body can do something, it doesn’t mean that it should. We always hear the phrase, "listen to your body," but sometimes the body doesn't let you know something was too much until after you’ve already done it, especially when slowing down and listening is not part of our culture.

I had been a Physical Therapist for about six years at this point, and I made the commitment to further my training in pelvic health, with the goal of merging modern with traditional practice.

Fast forward nearly three years and two miscarriages later (a story for another time). I was on a babymoon, very pregnant with my daughter, and a serendipitous series of events led me towards a webinar held by a Moroccan woman, who goes by Layla B., related to traditional Moroccan postpartum practices. Before I knew it, I found myself spending money I didn’t really have, in a leap of faith, which ended with a certification as a Traditional Postpartum Birthworker based in Traditional Moroccan Postpartum Medicine.

one of my postpartum photos
one of my postpartum photos
one of my postpartum photos
one of my postpartum photos