I can still remember so clearly the single most difficult day of being a mother (so far). I can remember this day so vividly and just thinking about it brings me right back. It was the day I made a decision to break the cycle of what I grew up around: impatience. Let me explain. On this day, Julia was about four months old and in the throws of the withdrawal process for her seizure medication she had been on…
guard·i·an an·gel noun a spirit that is believed to watch over and protect a person or place. As I’m writing this post, it is currently 9:30pm on August 16th 2019. Two years ago around this very time of day I was able to hold Julia for the very first time since her birth four days prior. The reason I was not able to hold Julia sooner as most of you know, is because she suffered an HIE (hypoxic ischemic encephalopathy…
I had no plans to share this post today but sometimes things happen and I wish there was someone who fully understood to talk to and there isn’t. But I’m going to vent here, and maybe some day someone will be feeling what I’m feeling and it will help them. Julia’s birth left me with PTSD. I went to a therapist for a short time who was able to confirm this, but even if she hadn’t, you know…
Photo Credit: Erin Kavanaugh Photography Disclaimer/Trigger Warning: This birth story contains details of a traumatic birth. This may be triggering or frightening for some people. However, the reason I decided to share my story is because I believe people need to know that these things can happen and sometimes there are red flags. But how are you supposed to know what they are if you never hear these stories? I read so many pregnancy books. So many birth stories. None…