I became a mother on Wednesday 16th April 2014. Well actually that's not strictly true, I became a mother on Friday 2nd August 2013 when I saw the cross appear in the pregnancy test window.
I didn't believe what I was looking at that day. After two years of trying and hoping and longing for a baby; after 24 months of disappointment every single month; I was having a baby!
I booked a scan at six weeks as I still couldn't quite believe that my body was helping a little person to grow. At 9 weeks the bleeding started.. the words that came out of my mouth still ring in my ears as I remember them 'I think I'm losing my baby'. For five weeks I was unsure whether my pregnancy would last.
As my tummy grew and I felt my daughter moving around inside me, the love I felt for her grew and grew.
She was due to arrive on the 7th April but certainly kept me waiting. She arrived 9 days later on the 16th at 3.17am; an 8lb4oz bundle of loveliness with thick dark hair. I could say the words 'she's here'. I had my child in my arms.
Isla is three next month; she drives me crazy, she pushes my buttons, she has tantrums and hissy fits, but she is also one of the most loving and caring humans I know... and she is mine.
I am so aware that not everyone's stories ended up like mine. I work alongside mothers who have lost their children and so today will be a difficult day. They are still, and always will be, mothers... from the moment they saw that cross in the pregnancy test window.
I pray that God will bless mothers everywhere today, that he will bless those who act as mother, for those mothers who don't have their children in their arms, and those children whose mothers are no longer here.
For my Isla - 'no one will ever know the strength of my love for you. After all, you're the only one who knows what my heart sounds like from the inside'. I love you xx
I didn't believe what I was looking at that day. After two years of trying and hoping and longing for a baby; after 24 months of disappointment every single month; I was having a baby!
I booked a scan at six weeks as I still couldn't quite believe that my body was helping a little person to grow. At 9 weeks the bleeding started.. the words that came out of my mouth still ring in my ears as I remember them 'I think I'm losing my baby'. For five weeks I was unsure whether my pregnancy would last.
As my tummy grew and I felt my daughter moving around inside me, the love I felt for her grew and grew.
She was due to arrive on the 7th April but certainly kept me waiting. She arrived 9 days later on the 16th at 3.17am; an 8lb4oz bundle of loveliness with thick dark hair. I could say the words 'she's here'. I had my child in my arms.
Isla is three next month; she drives me crazy, she pushes my buttons, she has tantrums and hissy fits, but she is also one of the most loving and caring humans I know... and she is mine.
I am so aware that not everyone's stories ended up like mine. I work alongside mothers who have lost their children and so today will be a difficult day. They are still, and always will be, mothers... from the moment they saw that cross in the pregnancy test window.
I pray that God will bless mothers everywhere today, that he will bless those who act as mother, for those mothers who don't have their children in their arms, and those children whose mothers are no longer here.
For my Isla - 'no one will ever know the strength of my love for you. After all, you're the only one who knows what my heart sounds like from the inside'. I love you xx