The underlying condition that brought about my rib misery is a genetic connective tissue disorder called hypermobile Ehlers-Dalos Syndrome (EDS).
Fast forward to the year 2020, and COVID-19. The pandemic has changed a lot of things in our labor and delivery unit.
Sometimes the truth is tough. The beast (my anxiety) has been there most of my life. Now I am aware of my triggers or when I am having an off day.
We’re looking forward to long evenings sitting, sipping and sampling all that Rochester’s outdoor dining patios have to offer!
In my previous post, I shared my story with postpartum depression, and now am sharing my journey from my husband Jason’s perspective.
I kept my story to myself for a long time. I was embarrassed and ashamed that I had postpartum depression. But PPD is serious, and it was not my fault.
Our idea for a mini Thru-Hike on the Douglas Trail from Pine Island to Rochester was born. Nature is my go-to for helping them experience life.
Lyme Disease often takes time to diagnose, and even longer to recover from. It’s okay to get a second opinion, and to advocate for yourself and your child.
Slowing down really forced me to look within more than usual. Through this process, there are several things I’ve learned about myself
While I loved cooking, figuring out what to feed my family during those busy years was sometimes more frustrating than not having the time to make it!