“I am now mourning the loss of my baby as though he died but the reality is…he is not my baby.”
- Love What Matters
- Children
“I am now mourning the loss of my baby as though he died but the reality is…he is not my baby.”
“I remember sitting in that jail cell crying my eyes out, thinking my daughter, who was 9 at the time, would be in her 20’s before I saw her again. That was my true rock bottom. I can’t even begin to describe to you the utter defeat and sadness I felt that day.”
“We should give them away at baby showers. Not some new, shiny pan, but one that can no longer lay flat on a counter, is crooked and bent. That way, expecting mothers would know true love doesn’t look like perfection.”
“The doctor comes in. ‘Can I speak with you in private?’ I feel on the verge of a panic attack, but I simply smile and follow her to the nurse’s station. ‘So, what do you feel is going on?’ I explain the events of the phone call from school. She says, ‘We have no choice but to admit your daughter. She has a clear plan to commit suicide.’ My stomach is in knots.”
“Even though I need to get myself home to my own four babes, often I’ll wait, not pulling out of the parking lot until they’ve safely made it across. If I didn’t, I would lay in bed at night and worry: Had they made it? Were they still waiting? Were they safe?”
“Some people won’t be able to handle your tenacity, and that’s okay. You can’t please everyone. But you will leave each person with a sprinkle of your spirit as you move past them.”
“Bringing home, a newborn for the first time was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I had never been more exhausted, more worried, more emotional or lonely in my life.”
“Using technology as a “Free babysitting service” is, in fact, not free at all. The payment is waiting for you just around the corner.”
“Your child will be fine; you on the other hand might have a harder time letting go on the first day of school.”
“I want you to picture this. A quiet pool. Cool moms lounging in the sun. People talking about how hot it was. And then out of nowhere, a grown woman piercing the silence with screaming, swatting at a bird flapping on her chest, squawking in her face. Just picture it.”