Okay... So I wanted to take a moment and talk about my post the other day about coffee creamer. I’m afraid that it came across looking like I was complaining about the realities of being a mother. And that was certainly not my intention. I love being a mother. I am grateful and privileged to be the mom to an amazing little boy. I do need more sleep. Every parent needs more sleep. But I know that won’t always be the case. I am enjoying every day with this precious child whose birth family misses him every day.
Becoming a mom at 37 truly has made motherhood so much sweeter than if I had had a child 10 years ago. I watched my friends and family have babies, struggle to have babies, lose babies and children. Do IVF and fail. Do IVF and succeed. Take getting pregnant for granted. Have difficult pregnancies that they thanked God for every single day. Adopt. Wait forever on an adoption match. Have healthy children and children with special needs. And I know just how blessed I am to be a mom to this angel.
I get to be the mom of a boy who gives me a hug and a pat on my back when I pick him up out of his crib. Who will sing me a little made up song of gibberish when I ask him to sing. Who gives the sweetest open mouth kisses. Who does his sign for “more” when I’m giving him tickles. Who will share with me his most precious items: his pacifier and his goldfish crackers.
I’m a supremely lucky girl. And yes, I can still call myself a girl as I’m touching 40.
I am not here to complain about parenting. There’s enough of that. If I have a good parenting tip, like how to turn your coffee into chocolate gold, I’m here to share it. I plan to share some of our experiences with fertility, adoption, and cancer. And through those stories I hope to provide information, insight, and comfort to someone else. My intention of sharing these experiences is never to elicit sympathy - I truly don’t need it or want it. But I do hope that if someone googles some odd-ball medical procedure that I’ve been through (like “trachelectomy” or “ZIFT embryo transfer”) that they can find me and know that they are not alone. And even reach out! We are all just here to help each other out, right?
So thanks for listening and hopefully soon I'll get around to sharing that recipe I started typing up...