Postpartum Tulum Trip

Labor was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. Hayes was nearly 10 pounds and I didn’t get an epidural. During transition, I told Clay he was going to be an amazing solo parent because I truly did not think I would survive. It was excruciating and I tore in two places.

In the weeks following, I didn’t feel proud of myself. I felt ashamed that it was so hard and painful. Deep down I knew I should be proud of myself but I really needed to sit with it to actually feel that way. I’m sure many new mothers relate - there’s very little space for processing labor during those first few weeks as your full attention is on baby.

Hayes’ was 10 weeks old when his passport came in the mail. As it was February, the weather in Haarlem was cold and cloudy. After a quick search for plane tickets, I had a trip booked to Mexico. I know feeling the sun on my skin would be rejuvenating.

I’ve been visiting Tulum for almost a decade to rest, recover and connect with myself. This trip here was an extra special one and has me feeling incredibly grateful for her ability to help me heal, feel and process… again and again.