about me

So a little about my story...​​​​

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By the time I was 23, I had three kids under four and was married to a soldier who traveled all the time.

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I was ADHD as hell and had no real self-care habits to speak of. I tried to do everything perfectly and naturally. We homeschooled. I baked the bread. I made the meals. I tried to hold everything together.

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And by the time my oldest was seven, I was absolutely losing it.

I couldn’t hold it all up anymore.

So, slowly, I let things fall apart.

The house got messier. The homemade meals became less homemade. We put the kids in school. We adopted our fourth. I started figuring out what actually mattered—and what I could let go.

My health had deteriorated over the course of my motherhood, and years of anxiety, exhaustion, and trying to do everything “right” had left me in a pretty hard place.

So I started again.

One day at a time. One small habit at a time.

(And then I restarted a thousand more times)

And here we are.

My kids are big now—my oldest is 16—and I have learned how to genuinely care for myself. Not perfectly. Not according to some impossible standard of motherhood.

But in a way that actually works.

And I’m thriving.

That long, hard road is a huge part of why I became a doula.

I want to offer you the support—and the hard-won knowledge—I wish I’d had when I was in the thick of it.

The things I learned along the way. The pitfalls I can see a little more clearly now that I’ve walked through them myself.

I can help with practical things like lactation, navigating the hospital, co-sleeping, newborn care, feeding, and all those hands-on baby skills that feel much harder when the baby is yours and you haven’t slept in three days.

And we’ll also be yapping.

We’ll talk about your fears. We’ll share stories. We’ll process the things that feel too big, too silly, or too complicated to say out loud to everyone else.

Because this isn’t just baby education.

And it isn’t just bottle washing.

It’s having someone come alongside you with a hand outstretched.

Someone encouraging and honest and WITH you.

Someone who can say, “Yep. That’s hard,” and then help you figure out what to do next.

Kinda like a big sister.

Or an auntie. 😉

That’s the kind of support I want to be.

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Welcome to Auntie Care Co.​​​​​​​​​

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