“Eventually, my heart began to beat on its own again. I met my daughter for the first time two weeks after delivery.”
- Love What Matters
- Children
“Eventually, my heart began to beat on its own again. I met my daughter for the first time two weeks after delivery.”
“Up until sending that email, I was safe. But now, I could be accepted…or rejected. I was like a zombie, only moving whenever my phone rang. ‘Hi Samantha.’ She expected me to be mad or hurt by her giving me up for adoption. Her voice was so soft, kind, and vulnerable.”
“They used a green screen? WHAT?! I probably should have read some fine print. Maybe they will be ok.”
“Her backpack is filled with glue sticks, crayons and Kleenex. Maybe the teachers ask for Kleenex so you can sneak a few on your way out the door. She won’t let go of your hand, as if she’s silently asking you to guide her through this first leap.”
“My husband displayed love, patience, and understanding as I drifted further away from the beautiful, happy, silly girl he wed that October day. But eventually, he encouraged me to face my demons.”
“I write this for the mom about to go through this. I write this for her, so she might be able to mentally prepare for the oddity of wanting congratulations in such a sad time. I write this to prepare her for the desire to celebrate her child’s life, while she’s mourning that very life.”
“My friend said, ‘I have this weird feeling you’re pregnant.’ I laughed. ‘No way, I have not even gotten my period yet.’ Sure enough, those two lines showed up. WHAT? I immediately called my husband. ‘Are you kidding me?’ After an hour, a nurse told me, ‘You picked the wrong day to come here. Monday’s are busy.’ My husband, getting frustrated, looked at me and said, ‘I’m going to get the truck. We’re not staying here.’”
“Sperm. Freaking. Extraction. Had to get naked and lay on a table. The doctor ‘numbs’ your nether regions with a shot (which HURT A WHOLE FREAKING LOT) and tells you, ‘That’s it, that’s the worst part.’ So now you can kick back and relax. LIES. ALL LIES.”
“She suddenly lets go of my hand and starts running. I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed a smile from my husband like when he finally got his little girls in his arms after 175 days away.”
“She’s a known serial spitter!”