“My baby needed a heart transplant. I’ll never forget the compassion I was showed at my most vulnerable.”
- Love What Matters
- Children
“My baby needed a heart transplant. I’ll never forget the compassion I was showed at my most vulnerable.”
“I mourned that my daughter couldn’t be welcomed into the world with joyful innocence. She’d be born into a life of sharing Christmases and summer vacations. A life where daddy couldn’t tell mommy she was his first and only wife. I had to bury the dreams of what I THOUGHT motherhood looked like.”
“When I was 21, with two babies of my own, I was in my bedroom with this heaviness on my heart. I needed to know who my birth-father was. My birth-mom was only 14 when she had me, 13 when she was pregnant. I could sense such sadness in her voice. My heart sank. ‘It is not your fault. Thank you for your strength to tell me. I love you.’”
“She called and left me a voicemail saying she didn’t want anything to do with me anymore. I cannot count how many times I listened to that voicemail. Those words stung the same each time. She was just waiting for the day I would go crawling back on my knees to her.”
“As I heard him walk outside, I spoke the words that will forever ring in my head. ‘They are calling for rain today.’ Just 3 hours later, his pants were bloody from asphalt and his striped shirt was cut off of him as the EMT’s fought to save his life. My husband walked, for the last time.”
“Our hard days look like night terrors, bed-wetting, and sleepless nights. The days are riddled with meltdowns over having to be outside where it’s too hot, too cold, too sunny, too many bugs or too ‘outsidey’. Seriously. We can’t make this stuff up.”
“That night as we sat on the couch crying, I looked at the clock. It was 8:00, the time we’d usually take him to bed. ‘I hope he’s snuggled into bed after having his favorite book read to him,’ I said. ‘I don’t,’ my husband replied. ‘I hope his dad loves him so much, and missed him so badly that he’s still just holding him, and telling him how much he loves him.'”
“My heart was operated on years ago. I was told pregnancy would be a risk. Now, my heart had to pump blood for 3 extra people! For the sake of my babies, I drove 7 hours for a ‘fetal reduction’. My husband and I couldn’t even look each other in the eye. 3 hours in, we started crying and decided to stop. I just couldn’t convince myself this was supposed to happen.”
“Look amazing every day, bang your husband every day, find vitamins that don’t have anything artificial in it… I MEAN WHAT? Cook for a bake sale, get involved in your kids’ school, clean ya HOUSE. Oh gosh. Shhhhh.”
“Then one day as I was sitting in my garage, the postman pulled up with a package. When he handed me the box, I immediately broke into tears. I knew before I opened it that it was from Grandpa. I could almost taste a tinge of saw dust.”