Apple Blossom Coaching

by | Apr 17, 2021 | Uncategorized


Whilst pregnant with my miracle rainbow baby (a rainbow baby is a child after you’ve had a miscarriage), I decided to step away from my business. I had a difficult pregnancy and was advised by the doctors to rest, not work and not do any exercise. My weight exploded due to the miscarriage prevention medication I was on and I felt I couldn’t advise women to work out and eat consciously when I was ordered by doctors to take it easy and craving all the foods that I wouldn’t normally allow myself to eat. And then, after 5 trips to the hospital over a 6 week period, my little boy was born by emergency cesarean. Floppy, blue and without a heartbeat. He was 3 months premature and what followed was the most challenging periods of my life (and there has been a few!)
After 3 months of travelling to various hospitals and countless tests, tears, trials and tribulations, my little boy was deemed safe and well enough to come home. I told myself I would give myself 6 months off and then get back in the work saddle – after all that’s what all “normal” mums do, don’t they? But I hadn’t encountered raising Francesco as a single parent (his dad had to fly back to Italy to run his business), nor the healing of my cesarean wound, dealing with medicated servire reflux, loosing a nephew in a motorbike accident, packing up my entire flat and flying home to Italy on my own and adapting to raising a new born baby in a different culture where my methods and beliefs were openly criticised or at the very least questioned on a daily basis.
After the 6 months flew by it was Christmas and I couldn’t wait to get back to some kind of normality and creature comforts. We’d take a small family holiday and then back in business by March… and then Covid.
Gennaro flew back on his own due to some urgent family business. Francesco and I were due to follow a week later. Our flights were cancelled and we were forced to be separated from each other for nearly 5 months. I was a single parent once again, but this time outstaying my welcome in my parent’s home.
It was tough – in some ways just as tough as when darling Coco was in hospital. My days literally raced by without any time for myself. I was run ragged. I knew I had lost my balance. I hadn’t meditated or exercised in months.