01/30/2026
I’ve been a little quiet on here as I’ve been embracing my maternity leave. That’s right, I gave birth…again & now there were 3 baby girls!
Vaya Nova arrived in the early morning hours on our 6th wedding anniversary, January 11th, weighing 8lbs 4oz.
[Millennial urge to cue Lil Wayne 3 peat here]
Vaya’s birth reminded me of something I know professionally—but had to feel again personally:
The female body knows what to do.
A second-time, non-medicated, water birth.
Laboring at home looked a little different compared to last year, as I multitasked helping a toddler fall asleep.
2/10, do not recommend.
Moving through waves of intensity, surrender, strength and overwhelm.
Then holding my baby, and immediately feeling the release, the awe, the amazement while stepping into motherhood again.
And what we don’t talk about enough:
The postpartum phase, the “healing process” with continued contractions, bleeding, breastfeeding, emotional overwhelm, all while your body recalibrates, while organs reposition, while your identity stretches again..
Caring for a newborn and still showing up for a 2- and 1-year-old should be an extreme sport.
Birth doesn’t end when the baby arrives.
It echoes—through the body, the nervous system, the psyche.
This experience deepened my respect for postpartum care, somatic support, and slowing down when the world expects women to “bounce back.”
There is power in birth.
There is power in recovery.
There is power in honoring what comes after.
And there is nothing more therapeutic than trusting the wisdom already inside your body.
This is why I do what I do.
I see you Mamas. I hear you. I am you.
