I Did Everything Right—So Why Didn’t I Feel Like Myself After Having a Baby?
It wasn’t my first rodeo. I’ve had four babies. I knew what postpartum looked like—the hormone crashes, the weird hair regrowth, the sleep deprivation. I even expected the identity shift, the messy middle of figuring out who I was in this new season of motherhood.
But what I didn’t expect?
To feel completely off — years after having my last baby.
I was doing everything “right.” Eating clean. Walking. Strength training. Prioritizing sleep. I even did a gut reset and tried intermittent fasting, thinking maybe that would fix it.
And yet… I felt like a shell of myself. I was exhausted, inflamed, and had to psych myself up to do basic tasks. My body felt like it was constantly on edge—but also totally depleted.
So I did what I always recommend my patients do: I ran labs.
What My Labs Revealed (And Why They Changed Everything)
I was expecting to see some minor imbalances—maybe low vitamin D or signs of inflammation.
What I saw instead?
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My cortisol was scary low — the kind of low that signals adrenal fatigue.
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My fasting insulin was creeping up.
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My CRP (a marker of inflammation) was elevated.
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My entire nervous system was clearly fried.
And the craziest part?
My cortisol hadn’t always been low. It had been sky-high for years — the classic stress response from sleepless nights, under-eating, pushing through workouts, and carrying the mental load of four kids. But my body had finally burned out. I wasn’t running on stress hormones anymore.
There was nothing left in the tank.
I Didn’t Want a Quick Fix—I Wanted Real Healing
I sat with this information for a while. I doubled down on gut support. I focused on sleep. I re-evaluated my protein intake. I lifted heavy. I made sure I was getting 30+ plants a week, hitting fermented foods, and eating within a healthy window.
And still… I felt like I was trying to climb a mountain in flip-flops.
Eventually, I had to acknowledge what I would tell a patient in my position: It’s okay to need a leg up.
Why I Decided to Start a GLP-1
This part of the story might be controversial. And if you’re here thinking, GLP-1? Like Ozempic? — yes. That’s the category of medication.
But this isn’t about weight loss for me. I wasn’t chasing a certain number on the scale. I was chasing a better quality of life. I was chasing energy. Joy. Me.
After talking with my provider and reviewing my labs and symptoms, we agreed that trying a GLP-1 could help reset my metabolic health—and give my body the chance to calm down and start functioning normally again.
So I started.
It hasn’t been magic. But it has helped.
I’ve had more energy. My blood sugar is more stable. I don’t feel constantly inflamed. And, slowly, I’ve started to feel like myself again.
This Isn’t About a Shortcut—It’s About Whole-Picture Health
I’m not here to tell every mom she needs to take a GLP-1. That’s not the takeaway. I’m also not saying there’s a one-size-fits-all protocol for healing after baby.
What I am saying is this:
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If you feel like you’ve lost yourself…
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If you’ve “done everything right” and still feel like your body is working against you…
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If you feel overwhelmed by the idea of even starting to figure it out…
You deserve real answers. You deserve to run the labs, have the conversations, and take action based on what your actual body needs—not what social media says should work for everyone.
What I Want Every Mom to Know
Healing takes time. It doesn’t have to look one specific way. And if you’re in that weird in-between where you should be fine, but you’re not—you’re not broken.
Motherhood is beautiful. But it’s also depleting. And sometimes, to feel good again, we need to pause and say:
“I matter too. My health matters too.”
Let’s Talk About It
Have you ever felt like something was “off” after having a baby—no matter how much time had passed? DM me on Instagram @babysettler .You don’t have to go through this alone.
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Hey, I’m Hillary. As a labor & delivery nurse, feeding specialist, and a mom of four, I have a lot of friends
It’s funny. I may not hear from someone for actual decades, and then, when they hit about their third trimester, the texts start rolling in.
Honestly, I’m glad to be there for them; few moms have a qualified (and non-judgy!) friend in their corner.
I’d like to be in your corner, too.




