Sometimes, things just don’t turn out the way they are supposed to.
I read an article the other day about parenting preemie toddlers. One mother called her child’s toddler years “a time for emotional healing.” Something about her comment really resonated with me, and I have been thinking about it ever since.
Part of the reason I started blogging was not just to share recipes and fun activities, but to share stories of the trials, tribulations, and triumphs of raising my little ones. Writing has always been very cathartic for me, a way to process and resolve, a way to say things that I might have trouble articulating otherwise.
As my children hurtle toward their second birthday, I have found myself reflecting more and more on their journey into this world. I have hesitated to share my birth story here because, frankly, it’s not necessarily a joyful one. I figured, the internet is already full of accounts of harrowing deliveries…why do I need to add mine? But sometimes it takes a friend to make you realize that you do have something to offer, that your story might actually give someone hope during a dark time. Thanks, Mama Tex!
So, in the coming weeks, don’t be surprised if you see some reflective posts along with the toddler activities, sewing, and recipes. Feel free to chime in any time and share your story, too!
Until next time,
Twodaloo!
Hi Stephanie, i’m mom to 21m twin girls and i too had difficult post-partum complications. I actually think there are so many ‘easy’ delivery stories out there which can actually make one feel inadequate when things don’t go acc to plan.
Definitely! That’s why I hope my story can inspire someone…even if things don’t go the way you planned, they will most likely turn out ok.
I agree with you. I first started blogging in 2007 while in the hospital with Boo, my micro- preemie born at 26 weeks. When searching the internet I never could find the “success” stories about micro-preemies overcoming the challenges, or even better, succeeding through life after their very early start. It was always the dark and morbid stories. The stories of grief and of saying goodbye. It was in the NICU sitting next to Boos incubator that I felt that it was my calling to help others by giving them hope through Boos story. It was, and still is, a way for me to get through the struggles and the triumphs knowing that, maybe, someone out there is finding comfort in the story I share. I thank God for Boo’s early delivery, for my little angel has taught me so much, inspired me daily and has given me the confidence to do what I do today. He was a blessing in disguise. Truly, not the way I planned….thank goodness!!! :0)
Very well-said, Melissa! And thank goodness you are doing what you do today…I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for you and your new business!
xoxo,
Stephanie