10/28/2025
👋 I’m a mom.
It’s taken me a few months to find words for it all, but reflection feels important.
The fourth trimester is intense, transformative, and multifaceted-
Physically: healing and adapting.
Mentally: learning and reorienting.
Emotionally: processing joy, grief, and attachment.
Spiritually: finding meaning, connection, and presence.
I’ve given myself permission to feel messy, exhausted, joyful, anxious, and grateful all at once. Support, rest, and self-compassion have been my anchors.
I’ve felt everything from deep joy to heavy sadness and anxiety but with support, I’ve learned I’m not alone. Life lately has been about navigating this brand-new everyday life that’s only been mine for three months.
I still find it wild that you go through surgery, then go home to care for a baby and, if you’re willing, keep that baby alive with your own body. How could it not be hard? But hard is something women know how to do. This process has made me appreciate being a woman more than ever and be in awe of the mothers who walk beside me.
As for my transitioning body, I’ve learned to give myself grace - grace for not seeing changes, grace for breastfeeding, and grace not to compare. I read, “Think of your body like a house under renovation — every part is adjusting and needs care.” I love that. A demolition has occurred, and rebuilding takes time. Eventually, the house will feel like home again.
As a manual therapist, I’ve never felt more foreign in my skin yet more attuned to its whispers. I’m learning to listen.
You’re not lost.
You’re just standing in the space between who you were and who you’re becoming.
I’m cherishing this sacred in-between. I’m a woman. I’m a mom. There’s nothing I can’t do. 🤍
