Mothering New Moms Postpartum Doula; Postpartum Support Specialist

Mothering New Moms Postpartum Doula; Postpartum Support Specialist Every new mom deserves to be nurtured, encouraged & empowered! Let me help you get your ''mama sea legs balanced!

I’m a postpartum support specialist AKA a Postpartum Doula. I have a background as a Maternal-Child nurse with 40 yrs experience. Serving Collin County, including McKinney, Allen, Plano, Frisco, Prosper

“Is he sleeping through the night?” asks a stranger.“She’s too clingy. You really need to stop picking her up.” says a f...
05/22/2023

“Is he sleeping through the night?” asks a stranger.

“She’s too clingy. You really need to stop picking her up.” says a friend.

“Is she a good baby?” asks a woman at the park.

“He should be self-soothing by now. Consolidated sleep is critical for healthy brain development.” proclaims a sleep trainer.

“You’re creating a rod for your own back.” exclaims a grandmother.

“I hope you’re putting her down drowsy but awake.” advises a mother at a meetup.

“Feed, play sleep! Feed, play, sleep!” chants a daycare worker.

“You’re not nursing him to sleep are you? That’s a bad sleep association. How do you expect him to learn to fall asleep on his own?” questions a health nurse.

“Oh, he’s just manipulating you, dear. He’s got you wrapped around his tiny eight-week-old little finger.” says a mother-in-law.

“If you don’t put your three-day-old baby down to sleep in a crib on his own you’re risking suffocation and death. It is the only way babies are safe from SIDS.” states a paediatrician.

These are the loud lies of infant sleep that our culture repeats from one generation of new mothers to the next, as if on autopilot.

Without questioning the roots or validity of these statements.

Without an understanding of the biological needs of babies.

Without knowledge of what normal infant sleep looks like.

Without an appreciation for how most cultures around the world care for their babies (and why).

These mistruths are dangerous, not only because they’re false, but because they’re full of unrealistic expectations that set a new mother up to feel like she’s failing. To doubt her own abilities. To worry that there may be something wrong with her or her baby.

These mistruths when repeated often enough lead to fear, paranoia, worry, anxiety and guilt. This is the opposite of what new mothers need."

"Is he sleeping through the night?" "Is she a 'good' baby?" These are the loud lies of infant (& toddler) sleep. Read more to help the quiet truths rumble.

04/12/2023
Yes!  Hold the mother!
03/18/2023

Yes! Hold the mother!

Hold the mother, not the baby.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
Because the baby’s being taken care of—⁣⁣
fed, snuggled, and given all the love in the world—⁣⁣
by not only the mother,⁣⁣
but her partner, grandparents, siblings, cousins, and friends.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
But the mother,⁣⁣
may have gaps in her mind from lack of sleep,⁣⁣
may be mechanical in her motions as she’s healing,⁣⁣
may feel more like a mess than a mother,⁣⁣
may be sitting in bed, crying, feeling overwhelmed in her body and life,⁣⁣
may be full of mom guilt because in her mind, "she's not good enough,"⁣⁣
and she’s bleeding, wincing in pain, swollen and emotional.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
And the mother’s that baby's whole world and needs to be seen, so she doesn't disappear into that postpartum fog.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
So, hold the mother, not the baby.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
A mother agrees that her baby matters more.⁣⁣
But she’s hurting, while she’s the person behind the baby,⁣⁣
in the background, making it all happen:⁣⁣
feeding her baby at all hours,⁣⁣
snuggling her baby close to comfort newborn cries,⁣⁣
and being that baby’s everything.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
So, it’s the mother who needs your love.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
And a mother will remember who held her up.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
So instead of “I’m coming to see the baby,”⁣⁣
try saying, “I’m coming to see you 𝘢𝘯𝘥 meet the baby, too.”⁣⁣

Because the mother needs to be held more.⁣⁣

✍️: Living FULL
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You do YOU, mama!
03/09/2023

You do YOU, mama!

You don’t get to belittle another mom’s hard. ⁣

You don't get to say that her being mom-shamed for her toddler having a tantrum at the grocery store was a right of passage that she “needs to get over already.” ⁣

You don’t get to say that her losing a baby at five weeks isn’t hard because she didn’t even hear the heartbeat.⁣

You don’t get to say to a mom who is exhausted from being a SAHM, “at least you get to be home with your kids.”⁣

You don’t have a right to interject your opinion in another mom’s hard.⁣

We know “those moms,”⁣

the ones who roll their eyes and say, get over it, or come on, you're lucky. Or worse, OTHER MOMS HAVE IT WORSE. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦.⁣

They tell you about so-and-so and how she had it 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 than you and is doing 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵. Oh, and maybe they can connect the two of you. ⁣

They may imply that your pain is just an excuse to throw a pity party or make you feel like your pain doesn’t matter.⁣

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. ⁣

Everyone's pain is different, and no one can know how deeply someone feels unless they’re in their body feeling all their feelings. ⁣

So, no one should judge or assume anything about what they can’t feel or understand. ⁣

So, mama,⁣

You’re allowed to hurt. ⁣

You’re allowed to feel tightness in your chest when the subject comes up. ⁣

You’re allowed to take as much time as you need to heal. ⁣

Because your experience matters.⁣

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. ⁣

✍️: Living FULL
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A mother’s love!!! What a beautiful gift!!!
03/03/2023

A mother’s love!!! What a beautiful gift!!!

My Child,⁣

You are my today, my tomorrow, and all the tomorrows after.⁣

You are the air I breathe,⁣
the light at the end of every dark tunnel,⁣
the rainbow after a torrential rainstorm with thunder and lightning,⁣
and the beautiful melody in all the songs I listen to.⁣

You are my motivation to swim against the waves,⁣
my strong foundation even when I’m feeling weak and at risk of toppling over,⁣
and my shining star in a dark universe.⁣

My unconditional love for you,⁣
is one that pulls me out of bed on the hard mornings,⁣
where the tired makes my bones ache,⁣
and my brain is so foggy I can hardly think straight.⁣

It’s a love that’s so comfortable it rocks me to sleep at night⁣
even after a day filled with overthinking every interaction,⁣
of feeling overwhelmed by an inbox of unread emails and dirty laundry⁣,
and falling short,⁣
again and again.⁣

I have never felt anything like it before. ⁣
I can be depleted of everything,⁣
but never of my all-encompassing love for you.⁣

Because when I dig deep, I will always find more to give.⁣

So, I hope you feel loved every day of your life knowing ⁣

you’re someone’s today,⁣
tomorrow, and all the tomorrows after.⁣

✍️: Living FULL
📷: Unknown Artist

For the exhausted mom who hides a few minutes to cry in the bathroom...For the mom hidden in the bathroom, because she n...
02/26/2023

For the exhausted mom who hides a few minutes to cry in the bathroom...

For the mom hidden in the bathroom, because she needs a few minutes of tranquility while slipping tears from her eyes.

For the mom who is so tired that she feels she can't continue, that she would give anything for a moment of peace.

For the mom who cries in her room for having scolded the kids for a nonsense that makes her feel guilty.

For the mom who desperately battles when wearing denim pants because she wants to look pretty and wear them to feel better.

For the mom who asks for dinner pizza because she didn't reach the time to make dinner again as she expected.

For the mom who feels alone, even when she's accompanied.

You're worth a lot.
You are important.
You are enough.

This is a stage, a crazy and challenging stage for all moms.
But in the end everything will be worth it. For now it's hard. Difficult in many and different ways for each of us. We don't always talk, but we all fight, you're not alone.

You are enough.

You give the best of you.

Those little eyes that observe you think you're perfect, they think you're more than perfect.

Those little hands that ask for your arms, they think you're the strongest and you can conquer the world.

Those little mouths eating what you cook, they think you're the best

Those little hearts looking for yours, they want nothing but you.

Because you are enough for them, you are more than enough, mon.

You are wonderful...

- unknown author
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Yes!  Mother the new mom!!
02/23/2023

Yes! Mother the new mom!!

Hold the mother, not the baby.⁣

Because the baby’s being taken care of—⁣
fed, snuggled, and given all the love in the world—⁣
by not only the mother,⁣
but her partner, grandparents, siblings, cousins, and friends.⁣

But the mother,⁣
may have gaps in her mind from lack of sleep,⁣
may be mechanical in her motions as she’s healing,⁣
may feel more like a mess than a mother,⁣
may be sitting in bed, crying, feeling overwhelmed in her body and life,⁣
may be full of mom guilt because in her mind, "she's not good enough,"⁣
and she’s bleeding, wincing in pain, swollen and emotional.⁣

And the mother’s that baby's whole world and needs to be seen, so she doesn't disappear into that postpartum fog.⁣

So, hold the mother, not the baby.⁣

A mother agrees that her baby matters more.⁣
But she’s hurting, while she’s the person behind the baby,⁣
in the background, making it all happen:⁣
feeding her baby at all hours,⁣
snuggling her baby close to comfort newborn cries,⁣
and being that baby’s everything.⁣

So, it’s the mother who needs your love.⁣

And a mother will remember who held her up.⁣

So instead of “I’m coming to see the baby,”⁣
try saying, “I’m coming to see you 𝘢𝘯𝘥 meet the baby, too.”⁣

Because the mother needs to be held more.⁣
📸: This Mama Doodles
Words Living FULL

02/21/2023

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You’ve got this Mama!  Don’t forget to take the oxygen first.
02/16/2023

You’ve got this Mama! Don’t forget to take the oxygen first.

The nights are long.When you’re finally home, hospital bracelet still on your wrist, and your sweet infant girl cries al...
01/20/2023

The nights are long.

When you’re finally home, hospital bracelet still on your wrist, and your sweet infant girl cries all night. When you try everything you know to soothe her and nothing seems to work, and eventually the tears of joy you expected become tears of exhaustion and frustration.

The nights are long.

When you rock, soothe, and sing lullabies all to no avail, and that bassinet you chose with such care sits empty, while you walk the length of your home, shushing, and swaying, and praying sleep will come.

The nights are long.

When the fever is high, his eyes usually dancing with delight, are dull and weary. When his little body is wracked with sickness, and you don’t know what’s wrong. When you call the 24-hour nurse line, or research symptoms online, only to end up terrified.

The nights are long.

When we lie awake at night wondering if our babies, now children, are making friends at school. Our bodies are exhausted from the day, yet our minds still churn with questions: are they adjusting, are they happy, have we taught them enough to navigate these new experiences?

The nights are long.

When the ones who once filled our backseat with more questions and songs than our ears could digest, now, a few years later, scroll their phones quietly instead. When the eyes once filled with amusement and laughter are now rolled skyward more often than we’d like, and we sit there wondering if all is well in their world. We try, but at times feel unable to find our way into the heart of things.

The nights are long.

When she’s out on a date, and you wonder if all the things you’ve taught her, and all the conversations you’ve had with her, will be enough. When he’s out with his friends, and you hope he'll be a leader rather than a follower, and that the heart to hearts will be lived out now that the decisions are his to make. When the car is packed, and your eyes hold hers through that window one last time as she pulls away.

Yes. The nights are long.

But the years?

Oh, the years are short.

When the little bundle that once wouldn’t sleep in the bassinet is now too long to fit, and you lay her gently in the crib instead.

The years are short.

When the tiniest hand that once clutched your finger so tightly, releases your hand readily and walks towards the first day of Kindergarten.

The years are short.

When our babies, who were just cooing, snuggling, and filling their fists with our hair are now curling, straightening, and styling their own.

The years are short.

When the one you thought would never sleep, would now sleep until noon if you let him.

The years are short.

When you see the hand, that just yesterday learned to wave while you encouragingly said, “Say bye-bye,” waving goodbye as she drives away.

The years are short.

When our littles become our bigs; When our way becomes their way; When our love is stretched to the point of aching…

We will remember…

That the nights were so very long. But the years are so very short.

Written By: Ginger Hughes - For more stories of motherhood and faith, I'd love for you to join me here by liking No Mama's Perfect.

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