“Both my kids sleep 12 hours in the same room together from 6:30 p.m. to 6:30 a.m. Yes, you did read that right. I cannot possibly be the good mom I want to be if I am not sleeping.”
- Love What Matters
- Children
“Both my kids sleep 12 hours in the same room together from 6:30 p.m. to 6:30 a.m. Yes, you did read that right. I cannot possibly be the good mom I want to be if I am not sleeping.”
“I lived with a Fentanyl patch, which barely touched the pain. My uterus was sitting on my pelvic floor and had compromised my bladder. Our dream of two or three children became a hope we could just get ONE.”
“There won’t be a lot under our tree this Christmas, and that’s okay. We’ve got more than enough love to fill the gaps.”
“Everything had gone so wrong. ‘Did I eat something I shouldn’t have? Get exposed to something harmful?’ What was supposed to be the happiest part of our lives had turned into a nightmare.”
“At his 18-month appointment, the red flags were noted. He still had no words. ‘This is it. The life I thought I was going to have is over.’ Would he ever speak? Would he have the life I dreamed of him having?”
“My husband only wanted one. I picked him up from class to surprise him with an extra kiddo. We had 15 miscarriages and a long road to each of our kids. But it’s been worth all the pain.”
“I believed in God, but I did not understand: Why? Why me? Why did He allow me to become this ugly?” It got so bad that I had constant thoughts of ending my life.
“We overthink and overanalyze. We fear we aren’t good enough, our kids don’t feel loved enough. Nothing is ever our own. Dinner, television, radio are all taken over by tiny people. We’re always one step away from crumbling. I so desperately craved a slice of life that was simply my OWN.”
“On days I was running low on pills, I’d be so irritable and on edge. I wanted help so badly, but I was so ashamed. I’d go to his house to steal pills. How did I let this happen? Oh my God, I am a drug addict.”
“’Really? Haven’t I been through enough?’ I stared at him blankly. The flashing lights and the cold temperature of the metal board my body was put on led me to a profound peacefulness.”