A Pregnancy case study
She was doing everything right. So why did she feel like she was quietly falling apart?
I saw her at 24 weeks pregnant.
Before we get into her case, if you’re pregnant (or supporting someone who is) and want a clear, practical guide to using homeopathy through pregnancy and birth, I’ve put one together for you.
It covers the remedies I reach for most often for things like nausea, sleep disruption, anxiety, pelvic pressure, and labour preparation. Simple, grounded, and easy to use in the moment.
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Now, back to her.
It was her first baby. She was fit, capable, used to pushing through. The kind of woman people rely on. The kind who doesn’t fall apart.
From the outside, everything looked good. Healthy pregnancy, normal scans, doing all the right things.
But something didn’t feel right.
Not dramatic, just… a quiet sense that she wasn’t coping the way she should be.
“I don’t know what’s wrong. I just feel off.”
And that’s often where the most interesting cases begin.
The physical layer
Some of her physical symptoms included:
Low appetite in the morning, almost an aversion to food early in the day
Energy dips, especially late morning
Waking around 2–3am, mind active
Ongoing nasal congestion, relying on a spray to get through
She had extreme salt cravings (when she could stomach food): “if I could put salt on my salt, I would!”
All explainable. All easy to normalise, particularly with early pregnancy.
But when you step back, they start to form a picture.
The deeper pattern
She wasn’t emotional in an obvious way.
No tears. No overwhelm spilling out.
If anything, the opposite.
Composed. Controlled. Capable.
But underneath that:
She pushed through tiredness instead of resting
She found it hard to ask for help
She held herself to a very high standard
She felt frustrated that her body wasn’t “keeping up”
That quiet disappointment in her body sat just below the surface.
A clue in her story
She had a background of intense physical training. Discipline, structure, high expectations.
She trusted effort.
She trusted control.
And pregnancy was asking her to trust something else entirely.
To soften. To yield. To receive support.
Not an easy shift when your identity is built on strength.
Remedy thoughts
There are a few remedies that often come up in pregnancy.
Pulsatilla if someone is openly emotional and needs reassurance.
Sepia if there’s irritability, detachment, heaviness.
Nux vomica for driven, overextended states.
But she didn’t quite fit any of those.
She wasn’t soft.
She wasn’t shut down.
She wasn’t reactive.
She was holding.
Even her body reflected it:
Tension
Constriction
Congestion that needed force to relieve
Sleep disturbed by a mind that wouldn’t switch off
This wasn’t just fatigue, this was a system that didn’t easily let go.
The prescription
I prescribed a remedy known for:
Strong internal control
High expectations of self
