I had been following Amy for a couple of years, always curious because of our fertility struggles, but as a healthcare professional, I told myself I needed well-researched science before I'd commit to anything like this. I was so wrong, and so humbled.
We conceived our first child quickly, so nothing prepared me for how hard our second would be. Four years. Three losses. Each one took a part of me.
Between past trauma and a difficult birth and neonatal period with my son, my body was carrying so much, screaming for help. I saw counsellors, psychologists. I thought I was helping her. But I didn't feel like myself, and I'd accepted that as the new normal.
Like any Type A woman facing fertility struggles, I dove into research. Endless testing. Every lifestyle factor changed. Constant work on my mental health. I did everything right. I didn't leave a stone unturned. Or so I thought.
After my third loss, waiting to start assisted conception (because what else was left?), I was at an all-time low. I turned to Amy, 100% sceptical. She changed my perception in the space of one session. I worked with her for five weeks before I found out I was pregnant.
She helped me fall in love with the body that had protected me through so much. She showed me there was nothing wrong with her. She helped me connect with my body in a way I hadn't been able to in over 16 years. That was all I needed.
I wish I'd reached out sooner and saved myself so much time. Science can only take you so far: the rest is magic. And that's exactly what she helped me create: wonderful magic.
Teshani