Through so many twists and turns, which I will dive into more on the blog, I ended up moving across the country yet again. I had no real job, just teaching yoga freelance here and there. I was trusting in my ability to manifest and being open to receive. Knowing that the universe had something amazing in store for me. I landed a job as a flight attendant for a private company; pun intended. ;)

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Here I found myself in my mid 30s thinking for the third time that this is it! This is going to be my lifelong career. I loved it. Seeing the world, traveling, exploring. The seeker, explorer in me was in absolute heaven! Then 2020 came and we all know how that went. That experience changed my perspective on life. Having finally found my person, I realized that I wanted a family. It was because of this job that I met my now husband. I wanted to be more than just a flight attendant.

 

I was 38 when we decided to try and get pregnant; tick-tock!! We weren’t even engaged yet, I just knew in my heart he was the one, and I didn't feel like we had a lot of time because I was 38; tick-tock, tick-tock! I thought it was going to take us a long time to get pregnant, because I was still working which meant I was gone – a lot! But nope! We got pregnant right away. I found out I was pregnant on a work trip in Croatia.

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Now remember, I’m a yogi. I’m very healthy, extremely conscious of what I eat. I see a nutritionist, take my vitamins, exercise, drink tons of water – all the things, right. My OB-GYN didn’t consider me high-risk because of all those factors and I’d being seeing her since my early 20s, so she knew me and my body. So, she didn't see any reason why I couldn’t work during my pregnancy. I rested when I needed to rest; I went to my appointments the best I could, although I did miss a few. I was on the road for the majority of my pregnancy. Was it the smartest thing, I don’t know. At the time I felt very comfortable flying and working, and we travel with a medical team, so I knew I was in good hands if something happened.

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My doctor said that I could fly until I was 32 weeks, and then I would be grounded and I was completely okay with that. I was looking forward to staying home, nesting, having a baby shower – all the things, right. I was on my last work trip 30 weeks along and doing great. I was planning on leaving the work trip early to go see my family and be home before my 32 week cut-off. I was in Saint Maarten, BVI, and the day I was to fly out, my water broke. I was in total denial and shock. I went to the hospital and stayed overnight until I could be airlifted to the US. I ended up in Miami, Fla., the closest hospital with all the available resources should I go into labor. My husband met me there and our baby stayed put for almost four days until he decided it was time. He was born at 31 weeks and just barely 3 lbs, and was in the NICU for 6 weeks.

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Those were probably the hardest 6 weeks of my life. We were alone, on the opposite side of the country from our home and family. It was an emotional roller coaster ride – the joy, the fear, the sadness, the being alone, the overwhelm, the tears, the laughter, the emptiness, the guilt, the pain; the list could go on and on.

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Now, here I am again for the fourth time in my life, in my late 30s, rediscovering who I am. Realizing that I have so much yet to learn, although there is so, so much I want to share. My coaching has become a culmination of all my trainings and learnings throughout my many, many career paths. Through my experience I have learned that there isn’t enough support (especially in this country) for mamas, and for those of us that have had a traumatic birth and/or NICU baby there is even less. My intention is to create a support system, build community, and most importantly empower mamas to show up fully in their lives in ways they didn’t know was possible!