“When the triplets were born I almost died. I remember feeling like I wasn’t enough, like I failed them because my first moments with them were through FaceTime.”
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“When the triplets were born I almost died. I remember feeling like I wasn’t enough, like I failed them because my first moments with them were through FaceTime.”
“Hmm. My story. I never know where to begin. Should I reveal the ending at the beginning? Because really, there is no ending when it comes to chronic illness.”
“Don’t ever discredit a mother. You don’t know the half. No one told me your belly doesn’t go down immediately. No one told me I’d be bleeding out.”
“Dad is pretending he is asleep but I know he isn’t, because when we arrive next to his recliner, he is smiling. Not in a ‘Nice to see you’ kind of way, but in a ‘How was that quality time you just had with your mother?’ kind of way.”
“If you ask me whether I’m okay, the answer will be as it always is, ‘I’m okay. I have to be.'”
“After 1 year, 7 months and 4 days, I got to surprise my son. All was right in the world for 14 hours. And, then it happened. He had to leave. It all came back. Panic. Fear. Tears. Why did he have to go?”
“I had gone to Cotillion and Girl Scouts, went to Catholic school and had a family who loved me. Now I was a junkie. One time my mom hid her money in her pillowcase while she slept, and I cut it out with her laying on it. Birds fly, fish swim, and addicts use. That’s what I did. But my kids deserved for me to try.”
“What I wanted most when I was pregnant? I wanted the fantasy. I didn’t want to know every gory detail. Because sometimes? You just need that one person who says everything is going to be okay.”
“Being vulnerable shouldn’t be an opportunity to be shamed, ridiculed, or embarrassed.”
“I was so close to death. Around 2 a.m. my labor completely kicked in. I fell back asleep until I felt something ‘down there.’ I moved my hand and felt my daughter’s head. ‘They couldn’t find a heartbeat.’ Not a dry eye ever left my room. I saw her still heart, the same heart chambers that were beating so perfectly just a month before. My baby girl was gone.”