My Birth Story: Preeclampsia Awareness
Before now, I only shared this with a select few people, but in light of preeclampsia awareness month AND as I approach my breakthrough of victory and healing, it’s time to tell my birth story.
Before now, I only shared this with a select few people, but in light of preeclampsia awareness month AND as I approach my breakthrough of victory and healing, it’s time to tell my birth story.
My uncle toured the first floor of our home— which we spent hours tidying and cleaning even though it looked like we did NOTHING. He looked around, took everything in, and then he said something that stung a little. He was just being matter-of-fact and meant absolutely nothing by it, but to a busy, tired momma juggling an almost-toddler, running a business, and managing a household, his innocent words said A LOT.
“So basically your house is set up for kids and pets.”
Yup. Yep. Yes…. I guess it is. (Cue the lighthearted chuckle and the big “I’m totally fine with that conclusion” smile.) It’s true, after all.
My own journey of blossoming into motherhood has been a barrel of surprises. I know you can relate; you simply don’t experience this phase of life without encountering a lot of the unexpected.
I was the woman who was determined to be prepared. My motto was to make all of the big decisions in advance when there was time to think them through and come to an educated conclusion (insert first chuckle at my naiveté).
In a world full of ridiculous expectations, images, commercials, and entertainment brimming with what a woman should be, and an all but Godless culture, I can’t help but be a voice for true beauty. What if what we should be…. is ourselves?
In five days you are turning one-year old and I can hardly believe it. They said this past year would go by fast and they were right. It’s amazing how time went from crawling when you were growing in my tummy to flying by once you were in my arms. They said to cherish it… soak in every second, and I have. We have shared (almost) every moment together and I have witnessed all of your “firsts.” It has been a holy and magical season of life. In fact, it’s a good thing I’m not trying to say these words out loud to you right now because I’m too choked up to speak.
There is nothing in my life that I was ever more afraid of than having a baby. For many years I was the independent, career woman, entrepreneur type. I made excuses about being 100% fulfilled with my husband and fur-children. But the truth is, I was scared out of my mind.