MummaBaby_space

MummaBaby_space Emotional and practical Post natal support for any new mums in the Surrey and Sussex area

I am a postnatal doula working in the Surrey and Sussex areas in South East England. I have trained in baby wearing, mindful breast feeding, mothers mental health, and postnatal massage. I run a check in service as well as minimum three hour sessions where I support a new mother post birth, signposting, reassuring and nurturing her so she can put her well-being first and bond with baby in a safe space. I am also a developing doula companion to new doulas and the Doula Uk Guildford rep.

21/11/2025

There’s a tree I walk to almost every day.
Quiet. Steady. If only it could talk.

In autumn it lets go without fear.
In winter it rests without guilt.
In spring it rises again, blooming because it can, not because it’s performing for anyone.

And every time I pass it, it reminds me how motherhood moves in seasons too.

Some days we’re shedding old versions of ourselves.
Some days we’re deep in the messy middle, holding on through the storms.
And some days we surprise ourselves with new little blossoms of strength.

Nature teaches us this so beautifully… but it’s so easy to forget when the world around us is loud — notifications pinging, expectations piling up, boundaries blurred, everyone seeming to have it all figured out.

But we are allowed to be seasonal.
We are allowed to ebb, flow, rest, rise, root and re-root.

Everything is a phase.
Nothing needs to be rushed.
Our instincts are still there — ancient, wise, and waiting for a little quiet.

Just like the tree, we are growing in ways we can’t always see…
and we are still beautiful in every single season.

We spend so much time planning our births… yet so little preparing for what comes after.Those hazy, magical, messy-beaut...
16/11/2025

We spend so much time planning our births… yet so little preparing for what comes after.
Those hazy, magical, messy-beautiful early weeks can feel like a whirlwind and having a gentle plan can make a world of difference.

This month on my blog, I’m sharing why a postnatal plan matters, and how, by exploring three simple but powerful reflections together, it can help you feel calmer, supported and be a tool to offer yourself more self compassion, as you find your feet.

✨ Where might you need extra support?
✨ What strengths can you lean into?
✨ How can your home become your sanctuary?

It’s not about rigid schedules or rules — it’s about creating space for your wellbeing, your rhythms and the soft landing you all deserve.

If you’re preparing for life after birth (or wish you had last time), this one’s for you

📖click on the link in my bio to read more
DM me if you’d love help putting a postnatal plan in place to create your own optimal healing and bonding space xx

09/11/2025

Only our little village could dream up Oz meets Emerald City and then actually pull it off with such heart and artistry!
Hot air balloons, houses on witches legs, yellow-brick roads… and the FOOD! 🍔🧁
Burgers sizzling, cupcakes baked with love, pints poured by familiar hands… and of course, the Wizard himself holding court.
Then the bonfire and fireworks… These are the moments where you realise just how special a village really is — a whole community rolling up its sleeves to create something unforgettable just for the joy of it.
I feel so proud to have played even a tiny part over the years.
Memories that glow every bit as brightly as those fireworks ✨
Here’s to the wonderful village that always finds its sparkle

Half term in Devon was slow and sacred. We laid Dad to rest exactly where he wanted to be — right in the waves, in the p...
03/11/2025

Half term in Devon was slow and sacred. We laid Dad to rest exactly where he wanted to be — right in the waves, in the place that always felt like his spiritual home and today marks the first year without him

Before we left, I went and sat on his rock as the sun dropped into the horizon, and everything felt still for a moment. People talk about letting go… about waves of grief… and those things are true, but it’s also so much more layered, more unexpected, more tender than I ever imagined.

A whole year without him.
A whole year of learning who I am in the absence of someone I thought I’d never have to live without.

Some lessons have been gentle.
Others have cracked me wide open.
But all of them have taught me more about myself, about love, endings, beginnings and about how grief can bind us as much as it breaks us apart.

I’m so grateful for my family, my friends, and those quiet moments like these, where the sea reminds me he’s still here somehow.

And now, as I step into another life challenge, I can feel him in every brave part of me, the steady voice that says,
You’ve done hard things before.
You can do this too.

Here’s to the courage he taught me.
To the resilience he gave me.
To love that hasn’t gone anywhere but which lines my heart with the softest, thickest knowing that parts of him will always stay, ever-present, ever-guiding xx

Not “push.”Not “power through.”Just… tend. ✨Tend to the feelings that rise and fall.Tend to the body doing its brave wor...
02/11/2025

Not “push.”
Not “power through.”
Just… tend. ✨

Tend to the feelings that rise and fall.
Tend to the body doing its brave work, healing and feeding
Tend to the ones you love as they find their way and you settle into this new family.
Tend to your home as it becomes winter shelter and your cosy sanctuary
Tend to the tiny glimmers that keep you steady.

Gentle is enough.
Slow is enough.
You are enough.

Tending allows things to be unfinished.
It makes space for softness, care, and steady breath.
It trusts that roots keep growing, even beneath the frost.

I haven’t shared much about Breast Cancer Awareness Month this year…and for a while I felt a bit guilty about that.But a...
30/10/2025

I haven’t shared much about Breast Cancer Awareness Month this year…
and for a while I felt a bit guilty about that.

But as everyone knows, cancer doesn’t just belong to October.
It’s threaded through every single day, in the living scan-to-scan, the constant planning and re-planning,
and the slightly chaotic, whack-a-mole feeling when something new pops up and needs attention.

Just because I’m quiet, doesn’t mean it’s not there. I have survived four diagnosis over the last 20 years but it doesn’t end. It’s simply woven into life now, motherhood, work, joy, grief, all sitting side-by-side. It led me to my doula life, it has made me a better mumma, more understanding, empathetic and kind than I could ever hope to be and I have had the fortune to meet the most inspiring and wonderful people. I am so proud of who it has made me and the resilience and courage it continues to give me.

I’m endlessly grateful for the hands that hold me. My friends, family, incredible care teams and for the women walking this crazy, ever undulating path too.
We see each other.
We get it.
And we carry on, messy, brave, and human.

Sending big love to anyone in this space right now.
You are not alone. 🩷

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There’s a whisper in the air lately — in my clients’ homes, in my own heart.The whisper of growth.Of women becoming moth...
27/10/2025

There’s a whisper in the air lately — in my clients’ homes, in my own heart.
The whisper of growth.
Of women becoming mothers, of families finding rhythm and of me, learning to steady myself between it all. There has been a lot!

Doula Diary No.4 – The Whisper of Growth is up on Substack — a soft reflection on motherhood, postnatal care, being a doula and what it means to grow quietly.

To the Mumma whose birth didn’t unfold as she imagined —whose world and dreams shifted under fluorescent lights,whose fi...
20/10/2025

To the Mumma whose birth didn’t unfold as she imagined —
whose world and dreams shifted under fluorescent lights,
whose first hello came through someone else’s hands,
Please know this: your strength isn’t diminished.
Your bond isn’t broken.
And your baby knows you — the rhythm of your heartbeat,
the sound of your voice, the scent of your skin.
That connection runs deeper than any moment missed. 🌙

I’m feeling all the feels today as this beauty turns 15.The celebrations began at the weekend (and definitely aren’t ove...
14/10/2025

I’m feeling all the feels today as this beauty turns 15.
The celebrations began at the weekend (and definitely aren’t over yet!) — but today I’m trying to soak it all in.

And not to make it about me, but every child’s birthday is a mummas birthing day too!

Fifteen years of motherhood! Learning, growing, worrying, loving, laughing, and doing my best in a world that makes parenting (and being a teen!) harder than ever.

We do so much to make the magic, but today I’m celebrating the magic of being a mum and the magic my daughter brings to every day ❤️

Skin to skin isn’t just for the early hours.It’s for the wobbly days, the teary mornings, the long afternoons when you b...
06/10/2025

Skin to skin isn’t just for the early hours.
It’s for the wobbly days, the teary mornings, the long afternoons when you both just need to reset.
Strip it back, literally, and let your bodies do what they know how to do.
You’re doing beautifully, even when it doesn’t feel like it. Sometimes, it’s not the latch, the sleep, or the routine that matters most…
It’s the pause. The stillness. The warmth of their skin against yours.
In that quiet space, oxytocin blooms, bonding you both in a language older than words.
That’s where connection grows.
That’s where you both begin again.

If you have been following my feed this week you will have seen I’ve launched my very new and special, affirmation cards...
05/10/2025

If you have been following my feed this week you will have seen I’ve launched my very new and special, affirmation cards.
They have come from a very personal place and are a way for me to support, not just other doulas and carers who hold space for others, but also myself.
I saw a post about resilience yesterday and it really resonated. We only know what we know but those events, emotions and feelings become our armour. That knowledge, experience and insight strengthen our back bone.
These cards are a reminder that who we are and what we do, shape us but we deserve all of the care, compassion and the chance to take that armour off, now and again x
Sometimes the most powerful moments aren’t the big ones — they’re the pauses.
The quiet between caring for others and remembering to care for ourselves.
The breath between giving and receiving.
The space between holding and being held.
Enjoy x
If you would like to learn more or buy a deck, head to the link in my bio xx

When my dad was diagnosed two years ago, I was a carer, a patient and a daughter, meeting mum at the hospital to take hi...
30/09/2025

When my dad was diagnosed two years ago, I was a carer, a patient and a daughter, meeting mum at the hospital to take him to an appointment in the basement.
Two floors up, I was a birth partner in the labour ward.
In between, I stood alone in a hospital corridor, realising:

We need somewhere to land too.

These cards were born in that moment.
Created for doulas, carers, therapists, companions… anyone who holds space for others.

A little stack of reminders for the days you may need a reminder of your own worth.

Tomorrow, the wait is over, the space between is here!

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