Postpartum Recovery & the Care That Helped Me Heal - My Experience with Postpartum Care USA

A gentle note: This is not a sponsored post — just a postpartum resource that genuinely helped me. This post briefly mentions pregnancy loss and pregnancy after loss.

Looking back on 2024: my personal training business was thriving, I was on the national marketing team for a major luxury brand, strength training regularly, prepping for a half marathon, and had an infant on my hip. Your girl was TIRED.

But honestly? The busyness didn’t feel like a burden. I was blessed enough to be able to build my schedule around my son, I was doing all the things that lit my soul up, and I had the most incredible village making it possible (shoutout to my parents and in-laws, who showed up for us to help with childcare). Still, somewhere underneath all of it, I felt off. My doctor had given me the green light, so I chalked the fatigue up to the season of life I was in, and I kept it moving.

While pregnant with my daughter in 2025, I stumbled across an Instagram ad for Postpartum Care USA — individualized postpartum care, thorough labs, and real talk about reclaiming energy. I bookmarked it in my mind and vowed to reach out to them once I had Sophia. But she never got here.

Two weeks after we lost our baby girl, I reached out reluctantly, not entirely sure I’d be a candidate for services. Sure, I was postpartum, I just didn’t have a baby in my arms. What happened next is the reason I’m writing this post.

I was connected with quite possibly one of the kindest humans I’ve ever encountered. She took the time to hear my entire story, and asked the kinds of questions only someone who is invested in your story would. We talked and cried together for nearly an hour. She described their services honestly, and at no point did it feel like a sales pitch. I was incredibly grateful for that— I was vulnerable, and probably would have paid just about ANYTHING that promised even the smallest relief from the dread I was carrying. She gave me information, gave me time, and gave me the space to decide what was best for me.

What followed was one of the most thorough, validating experiences I’ve had with any kind of care provider. After my bloodwork, I met virtually with a Nurse Practitioner (the same person who I initially consulted with), and went through my results line by line — what each marker meant, what symptoms it could explain, and what supplementation could help me. Apparently waking up more exhausted than when I went to sleep, having my eye twitch relentlessly all day long, and going lightheaded the moment my heart rate ticked up even slightly… is not actually just part of motherhood. I had been normalizing symptoms that had real, addressable causes.

I was recommended 11 supplements (which is wild for a person who forgets to take a multi on most days!). But I took them consistently for three and a half months, determined to feel better again. I also met with one of their registered dietitians, whose nutrition guidance was specific to my labs and my needs. And then came the appointment I hadn’t known I needed most: a grief session with one of their nurses, who had experienced pregnancy loss herself. If you haven’t noticed by now, I tend to skip the warm-up and go straight to the heart of things — it’s just how I’m wired. She met me exactly there. No easing in, no small talk, no moment where I felt like I had to translate my grief into something more palatable.

Within a month of following the plan, many of my symptoms had alleviated. I had energy again, even in the middle of intense grief. Physically, I felt better than I had after giving birth to my son. By my final follow-up, my Nurse Practitioner reviewed everything with me again, checked in on how I was actually doing, and made adjustments where needed.

On New Year’s Eve, I had an appointment with my PCP. I was curious if my blood work would confirm what I was feeling... Every lab came back in optimal range. 

On January 3rd — my daughter Sophia’s projected due date — we decided to spend some time in the mountains in upstate NY to decompress. I remember waking up that morning feeling slightly queasy… I can’t even begin to describe the emotions we felt when we found out we were expecting again. Bittersweet magic.

I share all of this because I know how easy it is to dismiss what your body is telling you, especially in the middle of grief, especially when you’re used to pushing through. If you’re postpartum — in ANY sense of that word, including the kind that doesn’t come with a baby to bring home — and something feels off, please know that you are so worth paying attention to. Find a provider that will support your healing.

Postpartum Care USA — Not a sponsored post. Just a forever grateful shoutout.