Devon Ledbetter is a writer and editor based in Florida. She holds a BA in English from Florida State University. She currently formerly worked as a Digital Editor with Love What Matters and has previously had works published with College Magazine and Her Campus. Her favorite pastimes include beach trips, baking, and concerts. You can learn more about Devon through her portfolio https://dnl16b.wixsite.com/ledbetter-portfolio
“When you’re fighting for your life, time goes so very fast. Instead of being measured in 52 weeks, 365 days, 8,760 hours, 525,600 minutes, it is measured in soft smiles, gentle hugs, tender kisses, and never-ending love.”
“I now wish so badly you had told me how to do life without you.”
“I remembered all the times I heard, ‘When it’s all too much and you’re feeling like you could hurt yourself or your baby, put them in a safe place and walk away.’ I remember thinking it will never happen to me, then crying when I realized it was happening in that very moment. I had hit my breaking point.”
“This diagnosis would relentlessly fight against every treatment we tried. It all started with those six little words.”
“I met a man I truly, deeply loved. My life seemed perfect; all of my dreams were coming true. But in those moments, glimpses of darkness flashed before my eyes.”
“When I birthed her into this world, I had no idea I also would be totally reborn. My life and body is only going one way and that’s forward.”
“It wasn’t my baby I got to bond with. It was my breast pump. It wasn’t little cries waking me at night. It was my alarm. I’d sit alone in a dark corner of a room, hook myself up to a machine, and watch as liquid was forced out of my breasts while liquid flowed freely out of my eyes.”
“I’m not going to lie, it took my breath away. I do know we will have some challenges ahead, but I also know Riley is a rockstar and she will overcome them all!”
“When I tell you I almost defecated all over my kitchen floor, I’m not exaggerating. I screamed and flew into the sink. I nearly fell on my ass. My life flashed before my eyes. I sincerely thought my son was going to come out and see me dead on the floor with half the instant pot sticking out of my chest.”
“For years, comments made me believe I was a bad mom. Her diagnosis was heartbreaking, yet validating. Finally, I had an answer.”
