As we drove back this past Sunday from our quick get-away up the coast to Santa Barbara’s wine country, my husband started telling the boys a short story about things that had happened to me back in 2014. As I heard him, I felt a massive knot forming in my throat. “Your mom took a nose dive onto the marble floor in church one day, hurt her shoulder just from breastfeeding you guys, and that’s not to even mention what she went through in the three and a half months she spent in the hospital just to keep you guys alive and healthy.” He grabbed my hand and continued, “I know you won’t remember this, but I am going to make sure to remind you boys what your mommy has done for you.”
I remembered back to 2015 and everyone excitedly wishing me a happy first Mother’s Day. I wanted to correct everyone and tell them that it was my second, but I assumed we mainly celebrate women who have actually had a baby. I disagree with this.
Many women go through a heck of a lot and make tremendous sacrifices for the idea of being a mother, long before they are able to get pregnant or adopt. Sometimes they are able to realize this dream, while other times many women are not.
In my case, my sacrifices as a mother began long before I heard them cry or held my babies for the first time. As I’ve shared in a previous post, I was on a very long and unexpected hospital stay, but ultimately the decision to spend 14 weeks on hospital bed rest was my choice. I had options and I chose the one with better odds at bringing two healthy lives into this world. Luckily, it was the best decision.
So yes, I’d say this past Sunday was my fourth Mother’s Day! Cheers to all of us who have ever wished for a baby, have had to make the tough decision to not have a baby, carried or are carrying your first baby/babies, delivered babies or not, cared for other people’s babies as your own! I hope that this past Mother’s Day you celebrated your sacrifices, no matter how big or small!