Well, I’m gonna say right off the bat, that while I am absolutely thrilled to be guest blogging for MommieFirst, I’m not an expert. I’m the same as every want-to-be-a-mom, expecting-mom and just-trying-to-make-it-through-another-day-mom out there.
The only ‘expertise’ I have on Motherhood comes from living it, sometimes loving it, other times just trying to survive it. My house can be an embarrassment, my older kid’s behavior can be deplorable, and, when I was pregnant, I didn’t glow. Not for one day. That’s not to say I wasn’t thrilled to my sea-sick gills to be pregnant or that I don’t thank my lucky stars for my sweet littles every day. (I was, I do). More to say it hasn’t been easy. Real life is messy. Well mine is anyway. And, for me, the rewards don’t come without their fair share of hard work.
Thanks to a boat load of stick-to-it-ive-ness and the miracle of modern medicine, our family has been blessed with 2 petites. The first is now 4 and is a charming, funny, adorable handful of a boy. The second is a 13.5 month old baby girl. She is tiny, and giggly and feisty. She has to be, I suppose. She was born 6 weeks early and took a 25 day pit stop in the NICU on the way home. She’s also been diagnosed with a very rare genetic syndrome and has to work hard at every little thing that comes easily to other babies. That has brought a whole other aspect to parenting that I wasn’t expecting but we’re taking it in stride. And, she really is very cute which goes a long way when she is wide awake at 3 am. I also need to note the two in between. Part of so many other women’s story too, my miscarriages also play a role in defining who I am and my perspective on the road to parenthood. I know, people say *you’re not supposed to talk about miscarriage*, but I just don’t believe that to be true. And besides, this is my story, and I can talk about what I like.
Huh, when you lay it all out like that, it seems like a sad story. Infertility, never-ending morning sickness, more infertility, miscarriages, special needs baby. Please don’t read it that way. It’s not. It is the story of a hope that endured to produce one joy, was tested not once, but twice, then was blessed again. It’s every mother’s story. It’s a love story. And really, what’s a good love story without a few tears, right?
Like I said before, I’m no expert, but I am thrilled to be able open up the pages of our book and share our story.
I hope you enjoy the ride.