I guess I already said that in the title so forgive me. Sawreea, but the night sweats are making me foggy.
Mother's Day has been such a bittersweet holiday the past years that it's almost surreal to be celebrating and loving today. To go from feeling like a mom - doing everything in my power to bring my baby into the world - to actually being one is overwhelming.
Each year, Mother's Day was this horrible reminder of what I couldn't achieve, what I couldn't do. I'd dwell on this day and hate this day and let it get in my head something awful. Which I know I shouldn't have, but I did anyways. It is what it is.
Chuck always said - I've told you this before - that when I became a mom, it wouldn't matter how I got here or what had happened, just that I would be a mom and that's that. I hate it when he's right.
|Sam's first breath via Amy Walton Photography|
Happy Mother's Day to all the Moms out there.For me, that includes human moms and pet moms and moms-to-be (those expecting, those dying to expect, those in treatment hoping to expect, and those expecting their baby via adoption).
Everything was worth it. Everything.