what being a mom means: the first year.

Mother's Day. I feel like every post should start with the words "so many feelings." Two years ago Mother's Day was sad. Very sad. Our first IVF attempt failed and two days later I'm bombarded with half of my Facebook friends posting pictures of their chunky thighed babies celebrating a day I longed for. I … Continue reading what being a mom means: the first year.

reliving my birth story & what I know now.

Kent's birth story still brings tears to my eyes at the very thought of it. So many regrets. So many what ifs. Reliving that day in my head is like torture. The kind of torture that has a happy ending. Like a happy ending to a horror film... if you will. I know there's no changing the … Continue reading reliving my birth story & what I know now.