When my son was unwell, I lost myself. I stopped sleeping. I stopped moving my body. I stopped even knowing how to find joy. In the rare moments when he finally fell asleep, I sure as heck didn't sleep. I researched. Because I could feel him slipping further away from me and I was desperate to heal him. Somewhere along the way, I stopped breathing. I stopped knowing how to connect with my daughter, with Ty, with my own body. I was holding my breath just trying to keep us all afloat. And I kno...
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When my son was unwell, I lost myself. I stopped sleeping. I stopped moving my body. I stopped even knowing how to find joy. In the rare moments when he finally fell asleep, I sure as heck didn't sleep. I researched. Because I could feel him slipping further away from me and I was desperate to heal him. Somewhere along the way, I stopped breathing. I stopped knowing how to connect with my daughter, with Ty, with my own body. I was holding my breath just trying to keep us all afloat. And I kno...
She Wasn’t Gaining Weight. Her Skin Was Raw. Now She’s Thriving! Sheridan and Her Baby’s Story
Follow Your Gut Podcast
1 hour 16 minutes
4 months ago
She Wasn’t Gaining Weight. Her Skin Was Raw. Now She’s Thriving! Sheridan and Her Baby’s Story
When your baby isn’t gaining weight. When their skin is raw and bleeding and nothing you try is helping. When the doctors keep saying, “They’ll grow out of it,” but your gut is screaming, “something is wrong” - that is a kind of pain that most people don’t understand. But I do. And this weeks Follow Your Gut Podcast guest, Sheridan, does too. In this episode, I sit down with Sheridan, a first-time mom whose baby girl was covered in severe eczema, crying around the clock, refusing to eat, and ...
Follow Your Gut Podcast
When my son was unwell, I lost myself. I stopped sleeping. I stopped moving my body. I stopped even knowing how to find joy. In the rare moments when he finally fell asleep, I sure as heck didn't sleep. I researched. Because I could feel him slipping further away from me and I was desperate to heal him. Somewhere along the way, I stopped breathing. I stopped knowing how to connect with my daughter, with Ty, with my own body. I was holding my breath just trying to keep us all afloat. And I kno...
