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When my daughter was born, we had a LOT of visitors.

I remember coming downstairs and there would just be… more people. Again and again and again. There was just always more people ALL the time.

Everyone obviously wanted to meet the baby, hold the baby, talk about the baby. Give me their opinion about the baby.

And sometimes I’d come downstairs and there wasn’t even anywhere for me to sit. Seriously, I just say on the bottom step.

I was exhausted. Weepy. Bleeding. Usually in a dressing gown. Trying to get breastfeeding established. We’d had a stint in NICU.

I still didn’t really feel like someone’s actual mum. I really felt like any minute her real mum would arrive (and it wasn’t me).

And I was hosting and making the tea and talking to all these people. Honestly some were colleague of my partner that I’d never even met and here I was sat on my stairs with unwashed hair in my dressing gown.

Anyway, everyone and their cat where there, passing around my baby. Then she’d cry and I wanted her back and people wouldn’t immediately give her back to me. God I hated that. And I hated that people suddenly had an opinion. Why was asking for my baby when she was crying a problem even?!

Seriously, if I never hear “rod for your own back” again it’ll still be too soon.

But the weird thing is, I didn’t really question any of this at the time.

People visit when you have a baby.

That’s normal. Right?!

And I had loads of people around me, so I suppose I thought that meant I had loads of support and soooo many people cared about me.

Looking back, I don’t think they’re the same thing.

I had company.

I’m not sure I always felt cared for.

And I didn’t know there was a difference yet!

I’m Kimberley

Hiii, I’m Kimberley.

Certified Nutrition Consultant. Mum. History geek. Terrible cook. And someone who thinks we’ve got postpartum preparation completely backwards.

I knew a lot about looking after myself before I became a mum.

And then I became one.

Knowing what would probably be good for you and actually managing to do it when you’re exhausted, recovering and responsible for a tiny human are two very different things.

That’s a huge part of why this work exists.

My background is in nutrition, but I don’t believe postpartum wellbeing starts and ends with what’s on your plate.

Food is important..but so is sleep, recovery, movement, stress, support, your relationships and the enormous identity shift that happens when you become somebody’s mum.

I also don’t believe there’s one correct version of motherhood.

Breastfeed. Bottle feed. Mix feed.

Have the epidural.

Don’t have the epidural.

Live a bit crunchy.

Get the Botox.

Buy the good coffee.

I want you to have good information, understand your options and feel confident making the decisions that are right for you.

And when something sits outside my scope?

I’ll tell you.

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