This is a photo of me as a youngster. Doing what I do best.

Since forever, I have had a little person on my hip or by my side. I never asked for it or chased it — it's just what I was dealt. From special needs teaching, to nannying, being an auntie and godmother, doula-ing, and now training as a therapist. Kids and families have always been at the heart of what I do.
Supporting mamas as a postpartum doula felt like a natural progression. In Western society the postpartum period is so often forgotten and brushed over. Passed down traditional teachings — although having a welcome revival — have largely been lost, leaving families with little guidance on how to truly benefit from the fourth trimester.

My first real insight into postpartum time came as a teenager, witnessing the birth of my oldest nephew, who is now 27. He was born in my mother's living room, enveloped by the wisdom and nurturing presence of the women who came before me. As the daughter of an inspiring Italian woman, my mama modelled postpartum care from her own history — emphasising the importance of deep rest, nourishing wholesome food and unaploleg love for my sister during that time.

That experience never left me. Watching my mother and those women hold my sister with such intention and care. After ending a chapter in teaching, midwifery became an option — but I became a postpartum doula because I had seen what it looked like when a mother is truly held, and it felt like my time had come to walk this path.

I believe a new mother needs to be honoured. Your physical act of birth requires space and time to heal after the incredible thing you have created. The ripple effect of that filters through to your baby and your partner too.

If any of this resonates, I'd love to hear from you.