Miracle Mommas,
If there is a miracle kiddo in your life, feel free to pull up a seat, you’re welcome here~
My journey into miracles started with a dream about what I thought motherhood would look like for me.
Picture a tiny white house, five kids running amuck , a barking dog, an old station wagon with fishing poles sticking out every window and me driving the whole crew to the creek some scorching August day.
Ok, now scratch that. That dream came to a screeching halt when I-N-F-E-R-T-I-L-I-T-Y came sneaking in month after month. Woo hoo pregnancy symptoms. Rats, a negative test result. Four weeks later, repeat. That, sprinkled with a few positive tests results that ended in losses, ruled our life for five looooooong years.
Yikes. It was tough.
But, this story has a happy ending. Finally, I was able to get and stay pregnant.
You’ve never seen a happier pregnant person than me.
- I was thrilled to have morning sickness! How weird is that?
- I also cried when I turned seven months pregnant because it was getting close to nine months and I didn’t want it to end.
- Even with swelling, bedrest, and some health scares, I was just soooo happy to be pregnant.
The day he was born, he graced this world nearly a month early. His birth went down in history as the greatest present ever because he was born on my birthday.
Ten years have passed and my Little Bit is and has been an absolute light in my life. Sometimes I still have to pinch myself to make sure it really happened, that I am a mom.
Is it the first dream I had in mind? No. Is it way better? Heck yeah.
It seems like sometimes what we want isn’t actually what we may need. Sure, those imaginary five kids and station wagon may have been nice, but that dream is no comparison to this blonde haired, blue eyed dream I got.
I am soooooo blessed that HE came true and I just wanted to tell you that he definitely puts the miracle in Momma.
