Once upon a time there was this woman who wanted 5 kids.
Me. I was that woman.
When I got married, I was SO EXCITED that I was going to start on my self-made hockey team.
After a year of trying and no pregnancy, I began to worry.
I was referred to an RE (Reproductive Endocrinologist) and the hell that is infertility.
But let me fast forward for a moment, to help you see the possibilities.
I am a mom. Biologically. And I want you to be, too.
The thing about infertility is that until you have experienced difficulty getting pregnant, you don’t fully understand the struggle.
There are plenty of people out there who care and have empathy, but there is an indescribable bond between Infertility Warriors that only comes from enduring that repetitive heartbreak.
It started with temping and charting. It was fun at first. I would put my little dot on the chart each day and near the end of each cycle, I’d cry when that plummet showed up.
After a few months, we moved forward with the dreaded “treatments”.
Soon came the side effects of the follicle stimulating hormones — the night sweats and mood swings, and generally feeling way out of balance with myself.
The months that followed went something like this:
Giving up came with tornado force winds that blew out what was left of my marriage.
That was my first chance at becoming the strong woman you see today.
I threw myself into my graduate studies to earn my Masters Degree in Counseling.
I filled my free time with anything that could keep my mind off of how my body had failed me and the feeling that my life would never be what I had dreamed.
Oh, and like most others, I barely told a soul about any of this.
I suffered for years in silence.
Licking my wounds alone when yet another friend’s pregnancy announcement showed up and I felt guilty for being angry about it.
Yes, dear, I have been where you are.
I didn’t know what a Fertility Coach was or what they could do for me. I had to take the crash course….and I mean jaws-of-life-required crash course.
I want to help you avoid the emotional carnage that comes with going-it-silent.
I want to teach you how to change your outcome by integrating emotional support, mindset changes, and encouragement that your medical team is unable to provide.
They’re going to work with your body. I am going to work with your heart and soul.
There is no one method that works for everyone. Don’t let yourself be fooled.
But there is one thing in common that all formerly barren-branded mothers will tell you had to change in order to slay the infertility dragon:
At some point, a shift had to be made. No, not the “just stop trying and it will happen” shift.
(Is there anything more maddening than hearing that bullsh*t?)
It’s transforming everything that you believe about yourself and your body.
And it works.
My little miracle was conceived naturally. She is a rainbow baby who came after an extremely painful ectopic experience in which I lost one of my fallopian tubes.
She was conceived the cycle after that surgery.
That rainbow baby is the greatest reward for the mindset change I had undergone. Every day I look at her with bursting gratitude. My heart swells with each smile she flashes.
Motherhood is a gift that you deserve.
I’m not a magical miracle manifester (though I freaking wish I was!)
But I am a kick ass fertility journey coach, and I am ready to help you create your own miracle baby due date!
Oh, it doesn’t stop there.
I stay on the journey as long as you want me to. Through pregnancy and into the postpartum stage, we are in this together!