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...
When the Rashes, Reflux, and Delays Don’t Make Sense: Katie’s Story of Finding the Root Cause
Follow Your Gut Podcast
1 hour 2 minutes
3 months ago
When the Rashes, Reflux, and Delays Don’t Make Sense: Katie’s Story of Finding the Root Cause
Have you ever found yourself sitting in a doctor’s office, holding your baby, knowing deep in your body that something wasn’t right… but every test, every specialist, every answer left you more confused? That’s exactly where Katie found herself. Her son Zion was struggling with severe reflux, eczema, allergies, developmental delays, and constant discomfort. Every specialist brushed it off. “It’s normal. He’ll grow out of it.” But her gut kept saying… “no”. In today’s Follow Your Gut Podcast e...
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...
