I always knew I wanted to be a mother.

It was one of those quiet dreams that lived inside me for as long as I can remember — soft, certain, patient.

But when the time came, it didn’t happen the way I had imagined.

What I thought would be a natural and magical path quickly became a long and unpredictable journey.

There were months of trying, endless medical tests, and a silence that grew heavier with each negative result.

There was a first-trimester miscarriage that broke something deep inside me.

There was surgery for a uterine anomaly, an arcuate uterus as they called it, and the slow recovery that followed.

And then, there were three inseminations that didn’t work.

Each one felt like a chapter of hope that quietly closed itself.

Eventually, motherhood found me through science and persistence.

My first two babies came into the world through IVF, in 2018 and 2020.

My third child arrived naturally in 2022, a gentle reminder that life has its own rhythm, one we can’t always control or understand.

These experiences changed everything I thought I knew about strength, patience and surrender.

They taught me that motherhood doesn’t begin with a positive test; it begins with longing, loss, and the decision to keep opening your heart, again and again.

This is where my work as a doula truly begins:

in that tender space between what we dream, what we plan, and what life gives us.

Because every path to motherhood deserves to be honoured.