#RealMomConfessions: Therapy Rocks

Real Mom Confessions

At a certain point, I think we all get sick and tired of “National X Day” and “International Y Month”, but this month is Mental Health Awareness Month and International Doula Month. Both are really important things in my world, but today, as a mom* of two, I want to talk about mental health. More specifically, I want to talk about therapy.

I’ve been seeing my therapist for 15 months. It took a long time for me to get brave enough to start seeing anyone. I think I may have mentioned here before, but I saw some really yucky professionals in college and right after. They were so callous and uncaring that I thought that therapy had to be them versus me.

I was wrong.

I found my current therapist after asking an acquaintance for a referral. He gave me two names. One couldn’t take my insurance (but now is a trusted mental health professional in the non-profit), and the other is now my therapist. Thankfully, I really hit it off with my therapist, even though there were major hurdles in the beginning to get me into the building for every session. And no, I don’t want to talk about that. It had nothing to do with her, but everything to do with the demons I was facing.

Therapy has given me a safe place to process things happening in my life, as well as process things that happened in the past. She gives me perspective. She gives me courage. It’s my safe space to discuss what’s going on and helps me work things out in a totally non-judgmental way. I like myself better than I ever have. I feel great about the relationships I have. I feel completely OK about the relationships I’ve said goodbye to. I’m learning to trust myself, and that’s something you can never put a price tag on.

The hardest part about therapy is finding someone you click with. If you don’t click with someone, it’s OK to keep looking. Some therapists will even let you do a free consult to see if you are a fit. I mean, I talk here all the time about working to find a good fit for maternity care, and the same is true for mental health. Also? The most prominent names in the field, with the fanciest clinics, are probably not a good fit for anyone.

However, all of this is worth it. Taking care of your mental health, even on the days when you really suck at keeping it together, is worth it. Therapy is worth it.

You are worth it.

*The really crappy thing about mental health is that, once you have it in your record that you have an issue, it can, in some cases, become a stigma. Sometimes, when I make the decision to talk about these things publicly, I worry that people will look at it as a way to discredit me, my abilities, and my self worth/ You know what? Forget them. I’m not alone in what I live with. I just may be braver than some.

Veronica Jacobsen, BA, CD(DONA), CLC, CPST, LCCE, FACCE

DONA-Certified Birth Doula, Certified Lactation Counselor, Child Passenger Safety Technician, Lamaze Certified Childbirth Educator, Fellow of the Academy of Certified Childbirth Educators

Opening BabyLove in September of 2011 has allowed me to build a space where all families can come to get good information in a caring, welcoming environment. I have found that not only do I love teaching more than ever, but I also really love running a business. Hopefully my passion for every aspect of BabyLove shines through.
I live in Richfield with my husband, and I am a mother of a two great children. When I can steal a few free moments, I love to go on adventures with my family, cook, garden, thrift, can, and craft.

Real Mom Confessions for April 13th, 2016

Real Mom Confessions

I haven’t done #realmomconfessions for awhile. A few months ago, a Facebook friend complained about how petty the practice seemed, and I couldn’t have disagreed with her more. All of us are carrying our own challenges every. Single. Day. and it’s really crappy to go up to someone who is struggling on any level in any way, shape, or form and to downplay those struggles. What I love about this process is that it’s allowing us to take a small step out of the shadows and admit the things that we’re working through as women and as moms. I’m going to try to be more open again and post more regularly. So, I’ll confess away:

  • Sleep. I’ll confess that sleep at night has been elusive. Insomnia has been my companion for the last 5 weeks now. No matter what I do– take Benadryl, melatonin, turn on Night Shift on my iPhone, meditate before bed– invariably, 2-4 times a week I end up waking up around 2 AM and can’t get back to sleep. It’s been really frustrating. I can’t for the life of me figure out what’s been triggering it. Stress seems like the most likely answer, but I was stressed long before any of this started, and I do OK with self care. And then when I have nights I can’t sleep I get more frustrated and feel like it’s something I should be able to fix….ugh.
  • To take care of exhaustion related to the insomnia issue, I nap after I get the kids home from school.  So there.
  • My oldest is going to middle school next year and I’ll admit I’m getting really nervous. I’m not upset that she’s getting older, it’s that I REALLY suffered through middle school and I’m just so worried that my sweet little girl will have to figure out how to navigate this universally yucky part of life.
  • I’ve been thinking a lot the last couple of months about this concept of “kin keeping“– the stuff that we do as caregivers that’s impossible to quantify and monetize. There’s a lot of existential angst that comes BOTH from doing all of the things that are invisible to so many as well as the guilt that happens when those things get forgotten. I’m still thinking about it.

So that’s what I’ve got for today. If it seems like my issues are minor, I’m sorry…but this is where I am today. For the rest of you, hang in there. Let’s see how things are next week, ok?

Warmly,

Veronica

Veronica Jacobsen, BA, CD(DONA), CLC, CPST, LCCE, FACCE

DONA-Certified Birth Doula, Certified Lactation Counselor, Child Passenger Safety Technician, Lamaze Certified Childbirth Educator, Fellow of the Academy of Certified Childbirth Educators

Opening BabyLove in September of 2011 has allowed me to build a space where all families can come to get good information in a caring, welcoming environment. I have found that not only do I love teaching more than ever, but I also really love running a business. Hopefully my passion for every aspect of BabyLove shines through.
I live in Richfield with my husband, and I am a mother of a two great children. When I can steal a few free moments, I love to go on adventures with my family, cook, garden, thrift, can, and craft.

Real Mom Confessions: Body Image Edition

Real Mom Confessions

It’s now the end of summer vacation for the kids, and I’m happy to say we all made it through in one piece. Coordinating care for the kids wasn’t too bad; I had lots of help from my husband and mother-in-law.  I’m now trying to get back into the swing of things around the office, figure out my schedule, and cook up lots of other wonderful things here at BabyLove Headquarters.

As I type this, I’m wearing a pair of jeans for the first time in…10 months? A year? It’s not just that jeans aren’t very comfortable, but I didn’t have a pair that fit me until last week. Why? Well, for the myriad of usual reasons, my weight has inched ever-upward since last fall. I had to face reality when I was at my last check with my doctor for my anxiety meds and saw the number on the scale.

I’m not sharing this just to bitch or complain, but I have had a lot of thoughts about this issue as I struggled with my own response to my weight gain. Weight and health are such a complicated issue, and I’m not a doctor or even weight loss expert (obviously!), but maybe some of what I’ve come up with will resonate with you, too.

First, yes, my weight gain jumped up a little after my first pregnancy; it didn’t help that the resident I was seeing during my pregnancy didn’t blink once as I gained 89 pounds during my first pregnancy. By the time I was pregnant with #2, I was lucky to have a great midwife who WOULD speak up if I started to gain too much weight as my pregnancy went along. I think I gained something like 34 pounds before I gave birth to my son. By the time I was going back to work, I had mostly lost all of the pregnancy weight; the milk I was pumping while I was gone was 75% fat. However, once we quit breastfeeding, my weight started the slow, irritating creep upwards, up to where I am today.

With a pre-teen daughter who is just starting to understand body changes and body image, I don’t want her to buy into the seduction of thinness and body shame. I’m trying very hard to dress and act and speak in a very body-positive way. I don’t want her to see me “dieting”. I absolutely, under no circumstances, want her to label entire groups of food as “bad”.  I think it’s OK to talk about “sometimes” and “almost never” foods, but beyond that–it’s important to me to have kids who have a positive relationship with food. To that end, I try not to telegraph my own complicated relationship with food. When I eat a salad or lots of veggies, I try to emphasize how my body feels better when it gets fresh fruits and veggies. Instead of it being something I have to do, it’s something I enjoy doing. So that means a rigorous, strict diet plan is totally out.

I’m aware that I could be trying to get more exercise, but that has it’s own challenges: namely, time and money. We did the whole gym membership thing for a year; we had no time to use it and it cost us an annoyingly significant chunk of money. I have other excuses, too: child care, my asthma, my wrist injury…all of them add up to me not formally “exercising”. I am trying to be more active throughout the day and count the steps with my phone, and I do notice some things have started to get easier. I’m going to try to keep up the extra movement as the Fall rolls on.

Beyond that, I’m trying to practice self-acceptance. My blood pressure is far better than it was a year ago. I’m making some better choices. My mental health is DEFINITELY better than it was a year ago.

My old pants may not fit. I may not look as svelte in pictures as I used to. This is my mommy body. This is the container that carries me. I’ll try to like myself a little better, take each day and each choice as it comes, and maybe, just maybe…you can find the courage to do the same. Comparing my body to yours and trying to make a value judgement about either one of us is just plain silly, right? Right.

Now, pass the veggie tray and box of chocolates. Ahem.

With love,

Veronica

Veronica Jacobsen, BA, CD(DONA), CLC, CPST, LCCE, FACCE

DONA-Certified Birth Doula, Certified Lactation Counselor, Child Passenger Safety Technician, Lamaze Certified Childbirth Educator, Fellow of the Academy of Certified Childbirth Educators

Opening BabyLove in September of 2011 has allowed me to build a space where all families can come to get good information in a caring, welcoming environment. I have found that not only do I love teaching more than ever, but I also really love running a business. Hopefully my passion for every aspect of BabyLove shines through.
I live in Richfield with my husband, and I am a mother of a two great children. When I can steal a few free moments, I love to go on adventures with my family, cook, garden, thrift, can, and craft.

Real Mom Confessions: July 16th

Real Mom ConfessionsHiya. Long time no confess. The last month or so has been a blur; did you know that July is already halfway over? We have 6 weeks left of summer. I’m feeling both relieved and sad. There is no chance for any summer vacation, I’m afraid. I was hoping to swing one, but I’m understaffed at BabyLove and having to reorganize my role here and just keep things going on a day to day basis is really a lot of work. But that’s my whining.

In my last set of confessions I wrote about how upset my kids had been that I had been putting in lots of long hours at BabyLove and lots of nights and weekends around here. That’s still the case, but I’m trying trying to carve out more time for them so they don’t feel so disconnected from me. However, kids are kids, and they aren’t always the most reasonable even under the best of circumstances. I do know that this current situation is temporary, and as soon as some of these personnel issues get straightened out, hopefully I will feel like things are more manageable and the kids will feel like I’m more around.

This week, however, has been completely joyless. I’ve been having to get my daughter to Minnetonka every day for a class she’s taking there. It just happened to coincide with the week that our news outlets have been running stories about the hell that is road construction in that corner of the metro. Supposedly, it’s a well thought out plan, but I lived through the great “Unweave the Weave” 62/35W project, and even though I have no road construction experience, I think the guy who planned all of these projects to run at once needs to lose his job.

Yeah, I said it. We’ve all been thinking it.

Monday I spent 4 1/2 hours in the car. My less-than-shining moment came when I was trying to take side roads to get home, and since Edina seems to be eternally working on France Ave, I ended up in a complete standstill of traffic for about 4 light cycles of the stop light. I ended up in tears in front of my kids, because not only was I stuck in traffic, but I was tired, hot, and I knew that once I dropped off my kids at home I’d be climbing right back into the car to head in to teach.

Tuesday, my husband pitched in and picked up my daughter, thank God. Things around the office were horribly, horribly INSANE, and by the time I got home, I was completely exhausted and fell asleep the second I stopped moving.

Here I am, not moving in afternoon traffic on 494. I'm starting to have really mean thoughts about Eden Prairie.
Here I am, not moving in afternoon traffic on 494. I’m starting to have really mean thoughts about Eden Prairie.

Yesterday, dropping the kids off and getting in to work went relatively smoothly. Coming home was pretty awful, exacerbated by spotty downpours and full bladders that necessitated a pit stop just as another downpour started.

This morning, I was a very angry, crabby mom who made the terrible mistake of allowing my kids to watch Hulu, making it so we left the house really, really late. I have a jam-packed day today, requiring me to thread a heck of a lot of needles, so it was really frustrating to start the day late. Thankfully, traffic was light today. If it hadn’t been…I’d probably be in tears again.

The kids have heard me curse out too many drivers this week. They’ve spent a lot of hours on their butts. They’ve cried. Next week I’ll have to schlep them around a lot and they’ll get way more screen time than some people think is acceptable. Oh well. They’ll live. Hopefully, I’ll live too.

Hang in there this weekend, and drink all of the water.

Warmly,

Veronica

Veronica Jacobsen, BA, CD(DONA), CLC, CPST, LCCE, FACCE

DONA-Certified Birth Doula, Certified Lactation Counselor, Child Passenger Safety Technician, Lamaze Certified Childbirth Educator, Fellow of the Academy of Certified Childbirth Educators

Opening BabyLove in September of 2011 has allowed me to build a space where all families can come to get good information in a caring, welcoming environment. I have found that not only do I love teaching more than ever, but I also really love running a business. Hopefully my passion for every aspect of BabyLove shines through.
I live in Richfield with my husband, and I am a mother of a two great children. When I can steal a few free moments, I love to go on adventures with my family, cook, garden, thrift, can, and craft.

Real Mom Confessions: June 17th

Real Mom Confessions

I’m getting this week’s post done in the morning done in the afternoon because, my word do I have a lot to confess. I also think it’s important, as a woman who runs one of my own businesses, co-owns another, and is one of two directors for a non-profit to show that my work life balance isn’t perfect, I don’t always have the easy answers, and I screw up. So here ya go, everyone.

  • I taught all day Saturday, had one day off, and have class every night this week until Friday. My kids are very, very, very upset with me, and understandably so. I usually am home at least two weeknights at the very minimum, but this week kind of turned into a mess schedule-wise as I transition away from a few classes and add in a few new ones into the rotation. There have been a lot of tears every night as I leave, something I haven’t had to deal with since they were tiny. I kind of feel bad, but I also know that in the scheme of things that they do get a lot of time with me normally.
  • I put the kids into an all-week, all-day vacation Bible School for the week. I know they are having WAY more fun than they would have being at home, but I also feel kind of like I am pawning them off on other people so I can work.  They have school next week, too. So while part of me is like, yay, I have things figured out for childcare, we don’t like to have the kids in too many activities at once and I’m worried we’ve crossed that line.
  • My son had a full-blown panic attack about getting into a car without a booster seat. Being a Child Passenger Safety Technician totally backfired on me for once.
  • I bought groceries for dinner this week, but I totally screwed up not realizing I wouldn’t be home to cook dinner all. darn. week. Don’t ask what my sweet husband has to make for dinner tonight or tomorrow.
  • I gave my daughter hew own fish and her own aquarium over the weekend. The fish died last night. I was late to a meeting last night because she called me all in tears and I had to pull off of the road to console her. I’m getting the water checked today and maybe getting her another fish if I get the go ahead.
  • I finally got my mom’s birthday present ordered yesterday. Her birthday was Monday. I texted her on her birthday, but did not call her. At all. Still.

I’m keeping my head above water, mostly. But can I ask one thing? If you’re reading this, can you please make sure you’re paying attention while you’re driving? My daughter heard me say some really not good things on Sunday after having MULTIPLE drivers start to switch lanes without looking and almost hit us.

Put down the phone. It can wait.

Warmly,

Veronica

Veronica Jacobsen, BA, CD(DONA), CLC, CPST, LCCE, FACCE

DONA-Certified Birth Doula, Certified Lactation Counselor, Child Passenger Safety Technician, Lamaze Certified Childbirth Educator, Fellow of the Academy of Certified Childbirth Educators

Opening BabyLove in September of 2011 has allowed me to build a space where all families can come to get good information in a caring, welcoming environment. I have found that not only do I love teaching more than ever, but I also really love running a business. Hopefully my passion for every aspect of BabyLove shines through.
I live in Richfield with my husband, and I am a mother of a two great children. When I can steal a few free moments, I love to go on adventures with my family, cook, garden, thrift, can, and craft.

Real Mom Confessions: June 10th

Real Mom Confessions

OK, everyone. Day 3 of summer vacation down, and I’m done. The kids are bored with EVERYTHING, including the new kiddie pool in the back yard. What’s even more pathetic is this is my first day of trying to work and watch them; my MIL took care of them on Monday and my fabulous husband took care of them yesterday. By 9am today, I was done. We did get through the day. Mostly. But here’s the rest of the story from this week:

1) We have a Minnesota Historical Society membership, thanks to the kids’ aunt and uncle (and by that I mean my college roommate and her husband, but the kids adore them so whatever), so last Saturday we went to the Kelly Farm up in Elk River. My daughter was SO ANGRY for the first 30 minutes or so we were here because she was convinced she was going to hate it. Instead, she and I got caught up helping them make butter, chasing lambs, playing with the piglets, and making butter some more. My husband and son did their own thing. There was a lamb who was nursing, but had started to develop Failure to Thrive, so he was being bottle fed. I got to help feed him, which was messy, but fun. As we left, the angry pre-teen daughter reemerged. Sigh.

2) We got the kids a non-smart (read: hipster) cell phone a few months ago, and my son has taking to calling my mom on it very day. The only issue? When he’s done, he tells her he has to go, and he hangs up. No goodbyes, nothing. We had to talk phone etiquette yesterday. That did not go well.

3) They just announced a Raffi concert in town in November. My kids won’t go, so I’m threatening to take someone else’s kids. So if you don’t want to go, but your kids would….all I ask is a ticket in return. Bonus? I’ll teach you how to install your kids’ carseats in my minivan.

4) My kids are out of clean underwear.

5) I can’t do library books. My kids have a GIGANTIC collection of books, but they are from the thrift store. If I check out library books, no matter what I do, I lose track of time and I end up with huge late fees. The kids are out of new books. A visit to Arc’s is in our near future.

Next week should have a new set of VBS-inspired challenges. I’ll make sure to share them here. And no, you’re not the only one treading water. We can get through this.

Veronica Jacobsen, BA, CD(DONA), CLC, CPST, LCCE, FACCE

DONA-Certified Birth Doula, Certified Lactation Counselor, Child Passenger Safety Technician, Lamaze Certified Childbirth Educator, Fellow of the Academy of Certified Childbirth Educators

Opening BabyLove in September of 2011 has allowed me to build a space where all families can come to get good information in a caring, welcoming environment. I have found that not only do I love teaching more than ever, but I also really love running a business. Hopefully my passion for every aspect of BabyLove shines through.
I live in Richfield with my husband, and I am a mother of a two great children. When I can steal a few free moments, I love to go on adventures with my family, cook, garden, thrift, can, and craft.

Real Mom Confessions: June 3rd

Real Mom Confessions

Hey. Hi! Welcome to June. While I got a chance to snuggle with lots of itsy bitsy babies this week, they didn’t distract me from the insanity that’s been my life as a mom of 2 school age munchkins. One thing I can’t emphasize enough? As parents, you will always have to make tough decisions about your kids. Birth is just the beginning, you guys.

I have a preteen who hates me in one breath, and can’t get enough love from me in the next. I can be doing her hair in the morning while she cries about both putting up her hair and leaving it down; she will hate both options and her inability to choose leads to a crisis of epic proportions.

So, dear moms, here’s what I need to confess this week:

  • My biggest weakness as a mom is that my kids haven’t ever taken proper swimming lessons. It’s literally the only thing I feel guilty about. This summer isn’t very likely to change that; not because I don’t want to figure out how to make them work, but my kids are, for some reason, throwing huge fits about taking swimming lessons.
  • Yesterday I was at my breaking point with figuring out summer, trying to make sure the kids have good educational opportunities for next year, and advocating for some things on the state level. It got so bad that I had to tell the kids that I needed to be left alone before I had a complete breakdown. I was ready to snap; thankfully, I didn’t snap.
  • We are a full load of dishes behind this week. I’ve gotten very good at washing my hands in the perfect place so that water cascades down the piles of dirty dishes and stays in the sink rather than spilling all over the counter.
  • I was so thankful that it was rainy today. We have a rule in my house: movies are for rainy days and sick days. Thank goodness today was a rainy day; the kids stayed entertained with Despicable Me 2 while I fielded half a dozen phone calls.
  • I fed the family spinach patties for dinner.
  • I have been so busy that I ran out of Sertraline refills and have yet to find time to fix the situation. Big huge FAIL in the mental health and self-care category, but at least I’m doing miles better than I was last year and actually seeing a therapist weekly. I’ll get the refill soon, though.

There ya go. See? I’m not the perfect mom or the perfect person. I’m breathlessly waiting for the weekend, for the full moon to pass, and for everything to fall into place. If you need even more reassurance, head on over to check out Anna’s, the creator of #RealMomConfessions, confessions.

Warmly,

Veronica

 

Veronica Jacobsen, BA, CD(DONA), CLC, CPST, LCCE, FACCE

DONA-Certified Birth Doula, Certified Lactation Counselor, Child Passenger Safety Technician, Lamaze Certified Childbirth Educator, Fellow of the Academy of Certified Childbirth Educators

Opening BabyLove in September of 2011 has allowed me to build a space where all families can come to get good information in a caring, welcoming environment. I have found that not only do I love teaching more than ever, but I also really love running a business. Hopefully my passion for every aspect of BabyLove shines through.
I live in Richfield with my husband, and I am a mother of a two great children. When I can steal a few free moments, I love to go on adventures with my family, cook, garden, thrift, can, and craft.

Real Mom Confessions: May 27th

Real Mom Confessions

Today has been a horrible day. One of those days that make me want to pack up my favorite items (namely my antique amber necklace and my iPad) and run away from home and follow Dessa around Germany. I know when I write on this blog post it’s often about things that I feel very passionate about, but this week I’m largely too tired to stay passionate.

Anyway.

So, in the spirit of normalizing the ups and downs of being a mom, here’s my week:

1) We spent the holiday weekend giving the kids their own rooms for the first time since my son was born. There was more yelling than I’d like to admit, each day was very long and tiring for all of us, the kids ended watching more movies than usual, but the house is cleaner than it has been in ages and I love how it all turned out.

2) I’m also happy to say that my son is now able to fall asleep on his own. He wasn’t before; he was too scared in his old room. OK, so our rescue dog Harley is in there while my on falls asleep, but it’s progress, right? And yes, we’ve spent almost 7 years helping my worried son go to sleep.

3) Tonight was the last official troop meeting for my daughter’s girl scout troop; I’m troop leader, and I have to admit that I spent pretty much the entire year not actually knowing what I was doing. Case in point? Tonight we were teaching the girls how to start a fire and guess what I forgot? Matches. I have to say, though….I think the girls had a fun year. That’s what counts, right?

4) I forgot we ran out of eggs so when I went to make pancakes for dinner tonight, I had to figure out a substitution. We’re out of applesauce, too, so that was out. After consulting the interwebs, I ended up subbing in….Miracle Whip. Nobody noticed, and it wasn’t bad.

So with that, I’ll see where next week finds me; hopefully in a better place than today.

Veronica Jacobsen, BA, CD(DONA), CLC, CPST, LCCE, FACCE

DONA-Certified Birth Doula, Certified Lactation Counselor, Child Passenger Safety Technician, Lamaze Certified Childbirth Educator, Fellow of the Academy of Certified Childbirth Educators

Opening BabyLove in September of 2011 has allowed me to build a space where all families can come to get good information in a caring, welcoming environment. I have found that not only do I love teaching more than ever, but I also really love running a business. Hopefully my passion for every aspect of BabyLove shines through.
I live in Richfield with my husband, and I am a mother of a two great children. When I can steal a few free moments, I love to go on adventures with my family, cook, garden, thrift, can, and craft.

Real Mom Confessions: May 20th, 2015

Real Mom Confessions

One of the few bloggers I keep up with anymore, Girl With Blog, started this thing awhile ago where she blogs about the truths of parenting that we all go through one time or another but don’t often share. I also read somewhere recently about there not being enough blogs who talk about parenting school-aged kids. So while I spend almost all of my time on this blog talking about pregnancy, birth, and babies, here’s what’s going on in my life:

1. My two kids are done with school in 2 weeks and I’ve been in complete denial about making firm plans on what to do with them this summer. I can’t bring them in every day to the office any more, and there isn’t a budget for anything more than the patchwork solution we’ve been trying to come up with. I hate summers.

2. I had two babies spit up on me at Mama Cafe yesterday, and you know what? I didn’t mind. I didn’t even change my shirt until bedtime. Old habits and such.

3. It took me almost 3 weeks after buying plants for my garden to get them in the ground. The seed packets that were with the seeds had been out in the sun and the rain that whole time….and weren’t exactly seeds by the time I planted them, too.

4. Right now I just want my kids to come inside so I can lie down on the couch and take a 15  20 minute nap.

That’s what I have this week! I’m hoping to keep it real and share with you my reality next week!

Warmly,

Veronica

Veronica Jacobsen, BA, CD(DONA), CLC, CPST, LCCE, FACCE

DONA-Certified Birth Doula, Certified Lactation Counselor, Child Passenger Safety Technician, Lamaze Certified Childbirth Educator, Fellow of the Academy of Certified Childbirth Educators

Opening BabyLove in September of 2011 has allowed me to build a space where all families can come to get good information in a caring, welcoming environment. I have found that not only do I love teaching more than ever, but I also really love running a business. Hopefully my passion for every aspect of BabyLove shines through.
I live in Richfield with my husband, and I am a mother of a two great children. When I can steal a few free moments, I love to go on adventures with my family, cook, garden, thrift, can, and craft.