“We weren’t able to see our twins. Instead, the nurse took my husband’s phone to take photos. When she handed it back she said, ‘You have two boys, but I should warn you, these pictures may seem very graphic.’ I soon learned my baby’s brain had completely split into two.”
“The nurse dropped the bottle on the counter and left. It gave him a massive blister on the little bit of palate he had. He lost over a pounds in 3 days. He was starving!”
“My son is standing by his school gate and suddenly he is grabbed by a stranger. I’m holding my baby and I accidentally drop him down the stairs. I thought I was a failure for thinking and feeling this way. But I wasn’t.”
“We became parents immediately. I realized I should have listened a little harder during the ‘Parenting Through Trauma’ section.”
“The 7-year-old who suddenly ‘can’t’ put their own shoes on? The 10-year-old who asks you to get them a drink? The 4-year-old who whines they can’t put their own jacket on (but they totally can)? They may just be craving more of your eyes and thoughts on them.”
“‘You can’t eat baby, it’ll hurt you.’ We agreed he could hold them. He took a cookie out and breathed in. ‘Mmmmmm.’ Then he put the cookie back in its bag. It broke my heart.”
“Because nice girl, mean girl, sleep-around girl? You just don’t have time for it. You are going to shake the world, and bring it to its knees.”
“I love my children, but this is me. I need antidepressants to be a better mother. My house will sometimes look like a bomb site. That’s how I survive.”
“No waiting mass of family and friends in the waiting room. No hospital bedside meeting with your sissy. Just us. And you.”
“Mama’s only human. I can’t promise I won’t ever let bad thoughts creep in or have bad days. But I can promise I’ll always be there.”
