My name is Trish.
Just a small town girl
(and if you just sang the lyrics, we are destined to be friends)
Became an Economist
Turned Mother of 4 in 4 Years
Turned Montessori Teacher/Guru
Turned Postpartum Doula
Turned Village Seeker
Turned Village Creator
I became an economist in 2003, I worked for a company that managed hedge funds. I worked at the speed of the New York Stock Exchange. I multi-tasked to the nth degree and felt very important - all numbers, zero heart. I did this work for 7 years.
Thankfully, before my head got too big, the universe decided to sit my butt down with 4 children in just 4 years. I did not plan this. I would not change this.
The ground beneath me shook for a solid 8 years. I closed my eyes to the outside world and raised my precious, healthy, and hilarious babies. I just re-read that, and it sounded so sweet, right? When in all reality; I had poop and spit-up on me at all times (NOT sometimes, ALL times), diaper cream became my face cream, I was so delusional that I thought it was a good idea to stop drinking coffee after my 4th child…. that lasted 2 hours. I wore pajamas to the supermarket, day was night and night was day. I sobbed my eyes out with confusion and happiness. My husband and I embraced the era of the 1800’s when partners had separate bedrooms because that is what we became - partners. Handing the baton off with barely a high-five. That sounds sad, it wasn’t - it was complete survival. Nowadays, I cry because I would give anything to do it all over again.
When I opened my eyes, I was a completely different human being. Am I even still a human being? Am I an alien? I feel like an alien. Are they aliens? Holy hell, who am I now? I know I am no longer the person I was before; there is definitely no going back to a life that was defined by the numerical bottom line. I am now all heart and zero numbers.
I dreamt of a Montessori education for my children, but had no idea how we could afford such a gift. So, as the chameleon I felt I had become, I became a Montessori Teacher. We would all leave the house together at 7am and return at 5pm for 10 solid years, we were quite the team and looking back; I have no idea how we did it and with joy (ha, most days).
My children finished their Montessori education. Now was my time.
I had known for a very long time, in my bones, that my life’s work would be to support women as they bring new life to this earth. My true calling for postpartum care is deeply rooted in my journey with my own children. The whole truth is, I had no idea I would require so much support and I am eternally grateful that it was available to me. This is not the case for all women. My goal would be to find those women and support them.
I became a Postpartum Doula. My all-supporting husband was shocked and curious as to why I would like to now pursue ‘babysitting’ as a profession. GASP, I know, right?! My Greek father-in-law thought it a good idea to tell me that the Greek word for doula means 'slave.' He was right - if it were hundreds of years ago. I informed him that it actually means ‘a woman who serves.’ Today, the real definition of a doula is 'a professional trained to provide emotional, physical and informational support to women throughout their pregnancy, birth and the early postpartum period.'
The bonding between mother and infant after birth is intense, sacred, powerful, and never the same from one mother to the next nor with subsequent births. The whole family shifts and requires tender and non-judgmental support during this time and in many different ways. I am a trained observer. Observing and anticipating the needs of a mother is as easy as breathing to me, in fact, it gives me breath. I was afforded 4 busy years of serving mothers of all cultures and nationalities. I was flying high.
During 2020 when life got quiet, my wheels started turning about how to add services to my postpartum work. I love to cook, I am so happy when feeding people. I began tweaking some of my favourite meals; many of which were devoured by friends, family, my husband and children. I secured a commercial kitchen, completed all Alberta Health Services courses, and solidified my menu.
Welcome to Postpartum Plated. My baby for you and your baby.
Where your Motherhood Journey Begins.