“A well-meaning friend recently said to me, ‘I don’t know how you do everything you do all alone. Your husband is gone so much, you are like a single mom!’ My dear, sweet friend, I love you, and I know you were trying to compliment me. But, no, my life is nothing like that of a single mom.”
“With my husband leaving for Syria just a month later, we were not left with much of a choice.”
“You don’t want to hate people. You don’t. I think babies are beautiful. I think kids are awesome, but you can’t help the jealousy. The envy. The resentment.”
“I hope these photos are shared and embraced for all of us mothers who didn’t get the ‘ideal’ birth, who thought that our bodies were broken, who didn’t get to see our child take his or her first breath.”
“I was bitter, I was losing hope. The home I carefully built and nurtured was destroyed in a burning blaze of rage, violence, and fear. Then, I received a photo in my inbox of a smiling little girl with long eyelashes. I was in love the second I saw her.”
“When we moved in with my mother, it became clear how far I had fallen. My asthma and allergies were untreated, I was obese, and I slept, drank, and ate far too much.”
“Watching a child I loved assume joy was too far gone for her to grasp, I knew exactly what to do.”
“‘This is crazy. It’s not possible.’ I took another one. POSITIVE. I felt like I left my body and was in someone else’s life. How did I go from not being able to get pregnant to having two baby girls in one year?”
“It’s amazing how powerful reassurance and hope are – how calming it can be when we feel sure that “everything will be ok.”
“As she went from pink, to red, to blue, I screamed at the top of my lungs for someone to help.”
