My 2025 Survival Kit Picks

Picture this: late 2024 I welcomed baby number three, and 2025 hit me like a glamorous tornado. Hair falling out in handfuls, a surprise hernia that reminded me every time I laughed (or sneezed), and three boys turning my brain into a live sound mixer on max volume. I stepped into the year looking like a chic disaster—and honestly, I still feel like I’m mid-recovery. But a handful of quiet heroes kept me afloat. These weren’t just products; they were small acts of kindness I gave myself when everything felt overwhelming.

Here are the five things that truly carried me through 2025:

1. Batana Oil Postpartum hair loss is brutal—I’m still regrowing what I lost. This thick, earthy oil became my nightly ritual: massaged into my scalp like liquid hope. Within weeks the shedding slowed, roots thickened, and I stopped avoiding mirrors. My scalp finally said thank you. Grab it here

2. Castor Oil Every night I slathered it on as a body oil and gently applied it to my hernia scar with a compress band (a hack I’ll write about properly one day). It eased the soreness, calmed inflammation, and felt like a warm hug for a body that had been through so much. Messy? Absolutely. Worth it? Every single time. Get yours now

3. Sea Moss My postpartum multivitamin in gel form. Packed with 92 minerals, it helped balance hormones, lifted my energy when I was running on empty, steadied mood swings, supported my thyroid, boosted immunity, soothed joints and gave my skin a dewy glow. Gut-healing and radiance-boosting in one. Yes, it tastes like the bottom of the ocean—but a splash of orange juice or a quick blend into a smoothie makes it bearable. Snag yours here

4. Weekly Hair & Nails Once a week, no matter what, I booked a salon appointment. Fresh polish, neat edges, a blow-dry—it wasn’t vanity; it was armor. In a year that left me feeling frayed and invisible, that small ritual whispered: “You still matter. You’re still here.”

5. JBL Tour One M2 Headphones Noise-cancelling magic. Three boys = constant overlapping “Mama!” that can fry your brain. These headphones let me disappear into a podcast or an episode of Real Housewives at full volume—while still being in the same room as sleeping or playing children. My guilty-pleasure bubble of peace. Join this bubble here 

These weren’t luxuries; they were survival tools. 2025 cracked me open and handed me these gems to stitch myself back together. I’m still on the journey—and that’s okay.

Here’s to 2026: more oil-slicked nights, more quiet rebellions, and a little less unraveling.

What carried you through the year? Drop your whisper below (anonymous, always—I’m listening).

With messy buns and full hearts, Your friend in the nest 🪺🌸

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