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11/05/2026

Apparently, chicken liver pâté!! Which is mildly unfortunate because if I’m honest, handling offal is not exactly the glamorous side of doula life they show on Instagram.

But, there I was, whispering to myself while sautéing chicken livers for a lovely postpartum client, repeating:“iron… protein… vitamin A… B12… omega 3… this is gold dust for mumma!”

And jokes aside, this is SUCH a powerhouse food for new mums. Postpartum recovery can leave mums depleted, exhausted, low in iron and surviving on toast crusts and cold tea. Chicken liver pâté is one of those practical, nutrient-dense foods that’s easy to grab from the fridge one-handed while feeding a baby, nap-trapped under a newborn, or crying because you’ve forgotten what day it is.

It’s rich in:
✨ Iron — supports recovery after birth and helps energy levels
✨ B vitamins — especially B12 for brain fog and fatigue
✨ Protein — for healing and rebuilding
✨ Healthy fats — nourishing for hormones and breastfeeding
✨ Vitamin A + choline — important for immunity, mood and baby development too

Tiny portions = huge nutritional impact. Which is helpful because, a little pâté goes a long way emotionally as well as physically.

Would I rather be making brownies? Absolutely.
Will I still turn up and make liver pâté for a postpartum mum because nourishment matters? Hell yes!

The glamorous life of a postnatal doula continues…

06/05/2026

This week’s Borrowed Words comes from Wish You Were Here, a book that I read on my holibobs and that held me in that strange, suspended feeling so many of us remember from lockdown.

It reflects on Covid from both a medical and patient perspective, but what stayed with me the most wasn’t just the facts of what that time was like, but more about bringing all the feelings back. The uncertainty. The isolation. The resilience that so many people carried and the complexity of the noise and the peace.

Reading it felt a little like being taken back there, but with softer edges and a reminder of just how much we all held, in our own ways.

These are the kinds of words I find myself returning to — not because they have the answers, but because they sit alongside us in the questions.

If you’re in a season where life feels a little stuck, or shifting beneath you, this one might meet you there.

Save this for later, or send it to someone who might need a few gentle words today xx

04/05/2026

What have cheese muffins got to do with babies?
Well, I’ll tell you!
- I made them while baby slept
- They are brilliant one handed savoury snacks for mum and older siblings
- They will often get thrown in the oven by me, if I still have time!!

And as for the curry and fish pie - mum’s request was granted!

01/05/2026

Busy but lovely week with clients. Loads of cooking and feeding, baby wearing and playing and meeting new babies too!!
Hasn’t the sunshine made such a difference too? Evening walks around the lake and cold water swims have been such a boost.
Happy weekend everyone and here is to a three day’er!!

29/04/2026

She hadn’t slept properly in days.
Not the kind of tired that a nap fixes but the kind that sits behind your eyes and feels like it makes everything feel heavier, louder and harder.
The baby needed her. The housework needed her.
Her thoughts wouldn’t switch off long enough to rest.
And somewhere in all of that she had quietly disappeared.

We didn’t rush to fix anything.

We sat. She fed the baby as I sat beside her. We made something warm to eat and we talked through the small worries that had started to feel big in the middle of the night.

And then she looked at me and said,
“I just needed someone to tell me I’m doing ok.”

So I did.
Because she was.

This is what postnatal support can look like.
It isn’t big, it doesn’t make dramatic changes, it is just a steady, calm, compassionate care in the moments that feel the most overwhelming.

A postnatal doula isn’t there to take over. She’s there to sit beside you, hold space, and help you find your footing again.

If you’re pregnant or newly in that tender fourth trimester, and wondering how you’ll navigate those early days, you don’t have to do it alone x

28/04/2026

27/04/2026

As I sat back and closed my eyes, my body could finally let go.
Thailand cracked something open in me; creativity, clarity, and a softness I didn’t know I’d lost.
She reminded me of something I’d forgotten: healing doesn’t always look like stillness, sometimes it looks like an exhale and moments to really see a daughter growing her wings.
My new blog is out today, click on link in bio or stories 🌸

24/04/2026

The story of my week started with a birthday and became one of those weeks I didn’t want to rush.

We wandered through Battersea Power Station with coffee in hands, sunday saunas that slowed everything right down but offered breathtaking views and lots of laughs with friends who feel like home. Yoga joy and homemade scones.

The joy I get to call work of babies on my chest, soft doula cuddles, dogs underfoot, and something always cooking in the kitchen.

Nothing big. Just a week full of the kind of moments that remind me this is the life and when the sun is shining it all feels so much richer!!

22/04/2026

Ive been thinking about how little time most mothers (and doulas) actually have to sit and read, and while I was away and my creativity could breathe, I had an idea of sharing the pieces that stay with me, the lines I underline, return to, or carry into my work and my days.

This is the beginning of something I’m calling Borrowed Words;
The Space Between Pages
My intention (!) is for it to be a fortnightly sharing of words that aren’t mine, but have stayed with me, offered as little pockets of wisdom to dip into, whenever you need.

If this spoke to you, save it for later or send it to someone who might need it today x
And if you’d like to sit with these words a little longer, I will (soon) be sharing more over on my Substack profile 😉

20/04/2026

Properly in my late 40’s now, but honestly, I’m learning to be a lot fonder and kinder to her 💁🏼‍♀️ (one of these pics in particular is pushing me way out of my comfort zone!)

No “perfect” body, no million followers, and my bucket list is still very much a work in progress, but I’m not doing too badly, I don’t think! .

This year I was gently reminded (by my husband and daughter… who apparently exist beyond my camera roll 😅) that they don’t feature nearly enough on here. So this birthday, after an incredible family trip away, it felt like the right time to say thank you for being my crew!

Another year around the sun, still learning, still becoming and so incredibly grateful for the people who are my home, my anchors and my constant.

That feels like more than enough and as my great mate would say, GAF!!!