A soft landing place for mothers tired of doing more, and ready to carry less.
Welcome to Mothered
Modern motherhood has become so obsessed with raising healthy babies that we've forgotten healthy mothers matter too.
Mostly because I know what it feels like to disappear.
Looking back, Mothered didn't begin after I had my son. It started the day I found out I was pregnant.
and the one never shutting up about moms deserving better support than they're getting.
Because we're asking women to raise the next generation while making them feel guilty for asking for ten uninterrupted minutes in the bathroom.
Motherhood coach specializing in pregnancy & postpartum, unapologetic mom’s mom. . .
Somewhere in the middle of trying to navigate caring for a baby with unexplained food allergies and taking care of everyone else, I stopped taking care of me.
I was already getting a first glimpse into how unsupported mothers can feel before their babies even arrive.
Then my son Paxton was born.
Visitors came. Everyone held the baby, loved the baby, doted on the baby… And then eventually everyone went home.
Life became a blur of sleep schedules, elimination diets, Google searches at 2 a.m., and trying to figure out why my baby cried all day.
I had hyperemesis (formally defined as extreme nausea, vomiting, and dehydration. My definition: a living hell.), was working full-time, and didn’t have family nearby.
My pregnancy was rough.
I didn't need someone to teach me how to be a better mom.
I needed someone to mother me.
I was navigating postpartum anxiety and depression, terrified to leave my house. Terrified of germs, terrified of missing a nap or messing up bedtime because I believed one wrong move would ruin everything.
I needed someone to take care of me.
I needed someone to ask if I'd eaten.
Someone to remind me to schedule my own doctor's appointment.
To tell me asking for help wasn't failing.
Mothers deserve support before they're in crisis.
Taking care of yourself is part of caring for your family.
Asking for help isn't failure.
There isn't one right way to mother.
Every mother deserves someone in her corner.
Small changes can make a really big difference.
You don't have to lose yourself to be a good mother.
The support I needed didn't exist, so I'm building it for every mother who comes after me.
The pressure to "bounce back"
Gold stars for running yourself into the ground
Shame disguised as advice
Toxic positivity dismissing real struggles
Judgment over birth, feeding, sleep, or parenting choices
Here are a few things I'd tell you about me.
if we were sitting down over an iced latte. . .
(the little boy who accidentally inspired this whole thing)
mom to Pax
coffee is basically my entire personality
deep convos over small talk always
(current boundary setter)
recovering people pleaser
camping fills my cup
(my browser tabs have tabs)
I have an ADHD squirrel brain
I like dogs more than most people
I recharge with hot pilates
(fair warning)
I’ll probably cry celebrating your wins
I’m a pregnancy & postpartum coach, have my Perinatal Behavioral Health Certification, believe in evidence-informed support, and genuinely geeks out over translating research into real-life motherhood.
Seen before she has to explain.
Checked on before she's in crisis.
Encouraged without judgment.
Supported without having to earn it.
And reminded that she matters, too.
