If you are pregnant, I wish you a smooth, healthy pregnancy. I hope the morning sickness eases and you get that elusive 2nd trimester glow. I hope baby behaves for their scans and you’re only given good news. I hope your midwives are lovely and your doctor’s kind. I hope your labour is everything you want, regardless of how you plan to birth, and I hope you heal well and without complications.
If you have a baby I hope you are both happy and healthy. I hope you have the support and love around you to lift you when it gets hard. I hope you have kind and understanding people to listen when you feel like you’re failing as a mother (you aren’t. You are doing so well, mamma). I hope your little one gains weight, feeds well and no one judges you for how you’re choosing to parent. I hope you have all those precious moments and capture as much as you can and want to on camera.
If you have a child I hope they blossom. I hope they are happy at school or nursary, that they make friends and their teachers are kind and compassionate. I hope they still want “mum hugs” and don’t grow up too fast. I hope you take the time to be you while they’re away from you, to re-learn who you are as a person after this life-changing event. I hope they are happy, healthy and full of joy for the world.
I hope all of these things for you, I always will. I will champion you as a mother and support you until my dying breath. I will do my best to listen, to lift you up when you are down and to celebrate the accomplishments you achieve as a parent.
I will do all of this. Just please, understand that sometimes the pain in my chest when I see a baby reach a milestone, when a parent proudly shows off pictures of their newborn or announces a pregnancy, is out of my control. I am no less happy for you. I support you no less in these moments. I am just in agony for what could have been mine.
Every picture is a reminder of ones I should be taking, milestones he should be reaching, annoyances that I should be feeling. Sometimes it will pass me by and other times I will be suffocated by the grief and hurt.
Please don’t hide it from me, don’t sheild my eyes and ears from your child and your joy. Just know that sometimes, I need to take a moment, a breath to mourn what I have lost, before having the strength to share your emotions.
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