The Saturday before Mother’s Day is knows as Birth Mother’s Day in the adoption community. It became known and recognized in 1990. “The intent of the day, as created by women who knew what it was to place a baby for adoption, was to honor and support each other as the world around them prepared …
I’ve had a phenomenally bad week. It’s been one of grief and loss and pain and anger. On April 4th, my birth sons birthday, one of my really good friends delivered her baby sleeping. She had a placental abruption, and the baby didn’t make it. It’s been completely devastating, and I’ve been feeling that grief …
I had a hard day, but I kept it together. My husband came home early from work, he got me Starbucks and Auntie Anne’s (2 of my favorites), and made me feel loved. I texted my birth sons parents, and they made me feel loved and appreciated. And I got through the day. Then, the …
It’s 6am, and I should still be in bed with my eyes closed. My daily obligations don’t begin until 6:30, and in a life as exhausting as mine, I shouldn’t skip out on rest. The baby is asleep, he had his first night ever of sleeping through the night, a full 12 hours without waking …
The day before. I hate today. I thought tomorrow would be hard, but I think today is just as hard. There are so many emotions mixed in to today. Today was the last day of my life before it would be completely changed forever. It can easily be separated into before and after. Unless you …
I’m typical my family fashion, someone in my household had an issue with anxiety yesterday. That’s like…a daily, common occurrence. (Spoiler alert, it’s usually me. I’m usually the anxious one.) But yesterday, my 6 year old started getting upset about something, and he was escalating to a point where there was no way he was …
Yesterday, I texted my birth sons parents asking where I should send his birthday presents, as I always do. (They have 2 locations they spend time and I wasn’t sure if it would be his spring break or not, which would mean they’d be at the secondary location). I’m just going to post a picture …
Well, I had a certain kind of emotional reaction to whatever it was that happened in therapy last night. And driving home was… Well, it was the kind of drive home where I absolutely blasted music, tried to drown out the suicidal thoughts, and halfway contemplated not going home. Therapy was fine. It wasn’t bad. …
Well, I think I’ve waited as long as I could, and I need to send the text again. We’re 13 days away fro my birth sons 9th birthday. And between the time it takes to shop for things, have it get here, wrap it, and ship it back to him…yeah. Time is running out. I …
Today is the last day of spring break here. And let me tell you, it has been a long week. My 6 year old will go back to school tomorrow, leaving me home with just my 4 year old and 5 month old. (Yes, he’s 5 months as of yesterday 😭). I will be glad …