Welcome to the MAMAssistance Blog!

Welcome to MAMAssistance! I'm so glad you're here!

Becoming a mom (even if not for the first time) can be one of the most meaningful and overwhelming transitions in life, especially when feeding challenges show up. I created this space to offer calm, evidence-based, and compassionate lactation support for families navigating those early weeks, months, and sometimes unexpected turns in their feeding journeys.

I am an IBCLC (International Board Certified Lactation Consultant), and I support families with breastfeeding, pumping, bottle feeding, milk supply concerns, and infant feeding challenges. My approach is rooted in meeting families where they are—not where they think they “should” be. In this space, you are encouraged to feel your feelings (all of them) and you never have to aplogize for doing your best.

Feeding a baby isn’t just about milk. It’s about connection, confidence, and feeling supported in your choices. Whether you’re preparing to breastfeed for the first time, working through pain or latch concerns, managing low or oversupply, or transitioning between feeding methods, my goal is to help you feel informed and less alone in the process.

In my practice, I focus on:

• Understanding the “why” behind feeding challenges

• Creating realistic, family-centered feeding plans

• Supporting both chest/breastfeeding and pumping journeys

• Providing guidance that fits real life—not just textbook scenarios

I believe parents deserve support that is both clinically sound and emotionally respectful. There is no one “right” way to feed a baby—only what works best for your baby, your body, and your family. If you’re here because things feel harder than expected, you’re not behind. You and your baby are in the middle of learning something new—and you don’t have to figure it out alone.

I’m so glad you’re here.

Let me introduce myself . . . 

I grew up in Massachusetts and have stayed here ever since. I attended college locally and earned my bachelor’s degree in Psychology. Right after graduation, I began working in group homes with at-risk youth. While I valued the opportunity to support my clients, I struggled with the way the system often impacted their futures. Looking for a change, I stepped away from human services and began working in clinical research as a temporary pause—intending to eventually return to school. Instead, I ended up staying in clinical research for 12 years - whoops!

During that time, I met a boy and we got married. When we decided to start a family, we were faced with infertility. Not knowing how long the journey would take—or if it would even be possible—I chose to pursue something meaningful in the meantime and returned to Framingham State University to earn my master’s degree in Counseling Psychology. I graduated in May of 2020… and, as it turned out, I was pregnant and due that September. After three years of trying, we were finally expecting a baby.

When my son arrived in September, I was completely overwhelmed with joy. Those early days in the hospital were some of the happiest of my life. I felt an incredible sense of purpose and deep love for my husband and this new little person who had changed everything. 

I also wanted to try breastfeeding, but the lactation support I received in the hospital was not helpful, and I was discharged in pain from repeated poor latches, nipple injuries, and very little guidance. I left believing that maybe this was just how it was—and that breastfeeding might not be for me. Still, something in me wanted to keep going (my husbands calls me stubborn). Slowly, I began figuring things out on my own, but it was not easy. That experience stayed with me deeply. I never want another new parent to feel as lost, alone, or unsupported as I did when what they truly need is accurate, compassionate education and skilled lactation support. I now work in a hospital as a lactation consultant, and I carry that experience with me into every family I support. It shapes the way I show up: with patience, empathy, and a commitment to evidence-based care that meets parents where they are.

Coming home was a joyful but deeply adjusting time. I was not the same person I had been just days earlier. Fortunately, I did not experience postpartum depression or anxiety, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t hard. It was—very. Because I didn’t meet criteria for a mental health diagnosis, I often felt like I wasn’t “allowed” to struggle. As if not having a diagnosis meant I should only be experiencing joy and ease. But the reality is that new motherhood can be both beautiful and difficult at the same time—and it’s okay if it is.