“As his parents, we knew something was off. We were scared, and it was not being validated by anyone.”
‘He started to vomit a green color. Nurse after nurse continued to say everything was ‘normal.’ Even this green bile? ‘Yeah that’s normal.’’
‘I curled up next to my son in the hospital bed, careful not to disturb his chemo dripping into his body. We had been in the hospital for 28 straight days.’
“It did not look like we were going home anytime soon.”
‘The other day I read I was a victim. Because my son died, I am considered a victim. I threw the book away.’
“I never thought I would laugh again. I didn’t deserve it. I lost a child. I had no right to be happy.”
‘Lottie is my why. She is the reason I do not go out while sick and the reason (more importantly) I don’t take my kids out in public while sick.’
“Look at this sweet girl. Kids have died because they ‘had’ to finally leave the safe haven of their house, and ended up catching RSV from a shopping cart, or a visit to meet Santa.”
‘I throw organic produce and Goldfish crackers in my cart. I am connected to technology 24/7, yet limit my kids’ screen time.’ I Millennial Mom so hard.
“I treat myself to $5 coffees, and pinch every last penny I can using the grocery store coupon app. I order almost everything online to be delivered, yet can’t stand that Wal-Mart doesn’t have cashiers anymore. I am an oxymoron, yet not a moron at all.”
I thought, ‘Oh, I must not be as far along as I thought.’ But as time went on, I said, ‘Is something wrong?’ The tech said, ‘Yes, we should hear a heartbeat.’
“I was so excited to see my baby I thought NOTHING of this statement.”
‘He dropped to the ground, red-faced. Hands in a fist, pounding the floor beneath him. Tears flowing. How confusing must all this be for him?’
“You can imagine the response I got from him when I said no. Followed by no again. And then a very firm N-O.”
‘My uterus has not shrinked back yet. The sagging makes my C-section scar hurt.’ Triplet mom gets REAL about her postpartum belly
“I am surprised it has not gotten smaller since my last picture. Kind of disappointing, I must admit, and I am not too happy to share this picture.”
‘I was 32 years old with a dead husband. I wanted to – needed to – feel in control. I worried people would think I was ‘over’ my loss. I wasn’t.’
“I couldn’t control my husband dying unexpectedly, but I could control this ending.”
‘I was still in the stirrups, getting stitched up, talking to my OB. ‘I never have to do this again.’ I rejoiced. Until one day.’
“She had no idea how much I had been counting down to this milestone. The last birth of our last baby. I had a ‘geriatric uterus’ this pregnancy, being 35. I’m tired and these kids are expensive!”
