Not too long ago , a friend had posted that she ran into the lady that was in charge of the Postpartum Group that I attended. It turns out, the group is still being offered to those in need; they were interested in volunteers to share their story. Without hesitation, I contacted the organizer and … Continue reading Back Again!
Motherhood
A Mommy Story: Jayna
It's been quite a while since I've posted the "Mommy Story" series. It's something that I've been wanting to pick back up; uplifting and supporting other mothers who have / or are struggling is something near and dear to my heart. The first post of this year belongs to Jayna, a mother who I "met" … Continue reading A Mommy Story: Jayna
Hidden Keepsake
I held the wallet in my hand, having difficulty accepting why it was in my possession. I looked at the worn faux leather, thinking about the stories it might have about its previous owner. Have you ever thought about what your own possessions may reveal about you? The edges were worn from pressure in being … Continue reading Hidden Keepsake
Motherless on Mother’s Day
Yesterday, a friend asked how I felt about Mother’s Day. “Do you think of your mother during Mother’s Day typically?” It seemed like a very strange question. Maybe intrusive. Maybe just something out of sheer curiosity from someone who doesn’t understand loss in that way. Still, while the question was strange to think of, the … Continue reading Motherless on Mother’s Day
Choosing Therapy
Not too long ago, I heard of a family that was doubting the need of speech therapy for their young toddler. They were only in the beginning stages, but did not believe it was helping their child. They were considering stopping the therapy altogether. I felt dismayed when I heard this. Yet, I related to … Continue reading Choosing Therapy
Because of Brianna
I don't remember how I came across her store. I only remember that I liked the atmosphere and variety in it. It didn't feel commercial or general like the big name stores. There was a great feel to it. As a new mom, I was happy that there was a place where I could actually … Continue reading Because of Brianna
Every Single Word
We glance back and forth and play, but the conversation is one sided. We mime and move in exaggerated motions. I hope for sound. I speak in long, sing-song tones. I gesture and smile. I try my best to coax the "right" response. It never comes. Instead, my young son smiles back at me, and … Continue reading Every Single Word
Surviving the Holidays with Postpartum Depression and Anxiety
The holidays are my favorite time of the year. I love what the season represents. I love giving gifts, helping others and being with family and friends. It had always been a special time for me. Yet, that wasn't the case a couple years ago. My son was only a couple months old and I … Continue reading Surviving the Holidays with Postpartum Depression and Anxiety
Two Years Later
I remember how I felt back then. I've detailed them in so many different blog entries. I was so scared of being a bad mother - not knowing what to do, not caring enough for my son, even wondering if I was good enough to be anyone's mother. I was afraid that I would never … Continue reading Two Years Later
The Painful Truth
Sometimes, late at night, I'm reminded of this painful truth. While everyone else is sound asleep, I am awake and alone with the realization of something very certain. Inevitably, tears stream my face. They fall without any accompanying sounds, and I always try to shut my eyes tighter to make them stop. It's all in … Continue reading The Painful Truth
This Mommy is Real 