Christianity, Health, Motherhood

Loving Oneself

I always thought that as I grew older, I would become more comfortable in the body God designed for me. This isn’t always the case. The dreaded concerns of teenage acne and greasy hair, have been traded in for post pregnancy belly and stretch marks. Lately, I have been so unkind to myself. I look in the mirror and instead of seeing the healthy body I was given, I automatically see my flaws. It doesn’t help that as a woman, it feels as if there are societal expectations of what we should look like. These expectations consist of being a certain size and having flawless skin. Women who have had children, are judged if they have not shed the baby weight almost instantly. Television and social media shows us the actors and athletes who “bounce back” a month after giving birth.  Not all of us can afford personal trainers and nutritionists like BeyoncĂ© and other celebrities. I am almost 11 months post partum and I am still trying to lose some of the extra weight I put on while pregnant with my son. The fact is, as women we are too critical of ourselves. Instead of focusing on our flaws, we need to praise the fact we carried a human being for nine months. When looking in the mirror, instead of pointing out what we wish we could change, we need to celebrate the parts of us we love. God created each one of us specifically. He took his time designing all of his children and “so God created mankind in his own image.” Genesis 1:27. I pray one day humankind can be less critical of themselves, me included. It will take one day at a time to accept ourselves as we are. I will do my best to not judge my body for the changes I cannot always control, but for the miraculous abilities I have been given. Instead of idolizing a perfect image in my mind of what I wish I looked like, I will instead focus on maintaining a healthy mind, body and soul, while embracing my new curves and marks!


I want to dedicate this post to my husband, who reminded me that every curve and mark on my body is unique. I am like my own little snowflake. No one will ever look like me! 

Sending love from one snowflake to another, 

Molly

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Christianity, Felicity Marie, Hope Mommy, Loss, Motherhood

The Kindness of Strangers

Over the past few days I have been thinking of one particular moment of kindness someone shared with me. It happened during the most difficult time of Nathan and my life. Nathan and I had just left the Specialist’s office, where we found out Felicity would not survive. I was so drained from the news, I did not want to go down the three flights of stairs. We chose to use the elevator, despite the emotional state we were in. I had calmed myself just enough until a young mom and her daughter entered the elevator. When I glanced over at the little girl I started sobbing. I realized I would never get to watch our little girl grow up. It seemed to be the longest elevator ride of my life. Sharing our elevator were two older women, an older man and the mom and her daughter. When I broke down, one of the older women came over and asked if she could hold me. I nodded my head. She hugged me and told me that Jesus loves me and will protect my heart, no matter what trials I am facing. Of course these kind words made me sob even harder. As we left the elevator, the other older woman came up to me and smiled and gave me a hug and said she would pray for me. These women did not know our circumstances. They saw a young woman who was clearly distraught. Instead of turning away from someone in need, they showed a kindness that I desperately needed. I will forever remember that moment for the rest of my life. I am writing about this small act of kindness, because we all need to be more aware of those around us. We never know what someone is going through in their lives. Taking a moment of your day to check on someone can and will make a difference. 

Blessings and love, 

Molly

Aidan, Christianity, Felicity Marie, Loss, Motherhood, Pregnancy

Mother’s Day

I remember as a child, I couldn’t wait to celebrate Mother’s Day. I had it all planned out in my head. The day would start with my husband and kids bringing me breakfast in bed, flowers would be delivered that afternoon, and I wouldn’t have to cook or clean at all that day. I never imagined that instead of looking forward to this special day, I would be dreading it. For many women, including myself, this day is a reminder of what we have lost. Two years ago I was suppose to be celebrating my first Mother’s Day, as I was newly pregnant. Instead, I spent that day holed up in my room crying, because my husband and I knew we would never bring our child home from the hospital. My second Mother’s Day, I was pregnant with our son Aidan. While I was very blessed to be carrying a healthy child, I felt as if I could not celebrate that year, because of our previous loss. How was I suppose to celebrate a day all about motherhood, when it was taken from me the year before? This year will be my third Mother’s Day, but first celebrating with our son. While it will be an emotional day as I remember our sweet girl, I will cherish every moment I get to spend with her brother. Even though I wish I could wake up Sunday morning to both my children’s smiling faces, I know Felicity will be watching over me. Two years ago, she made me a mommy. While I do not have her in my arms, I cherish the time I carried her inside of me. Mother’s Day isn’t about the gifts or day off from chores, it is celebrating the role God blessed me with. While one of my children is not here on Earth with me, I would not have become a mother without her being placed in my life, as short as it was. While I plan on celebrating with Aidan, a part of me will be grieving for my daughter. Though Mother’s Day will be an emotional reminder of what I have lost, it is also a day for me to celebrate my little boy who looks up at me in adoration. I am a mom to two children, Felicity and Aidan. I love both of my sweet babies and am so lucky to be their mommy. This role given to me by our Father above, is the greatest calling he could ever ask of me. While I am very thankful, I ask for you to take a moment and pray for all the women in the world who have lost a child and those not able to conceive. Sunday will not be an easy day for us.

Many blessings and love,

Molly

Aidan, Christianity, Felicity Marie, Hope Mommy, Loss, Motherhood

Remembering Felicity

A few days after we brought our son home from the hospital, I dealt with a range of emotions. While I felt so blessed to have this sweet and healthy little boy in my arms, I missed our daughter. I remember trying to explain these emotions to someone close to me and they responded in a way I will never forget. I was told it was time for me to stop mourning Felicity and move on, because now I had Aidan. I could not believe someone could be so insensitive. How am I suppose to not be saddened by the loss of the child I carried for 7 months? The child that I delivered after 18 hours of labor? It felt as if I was being told to replace the memory of my daughter with my son. While my daughter did not get to come home from the hospital, that does not mean I can just forget her. She is and will always be a part of my life.

 My pregnancy with Aidan was not an enjoyable experience. I dealt with constant anxiety and lived appointment to appointment. Even if I was not scheduled for an ultrasound, I would beg my doctor for one. Throughout my second pregnancy, the loss of our daughter was always on my mind. For 37 weeks I worried I would lose our son. Even after he was born I dealt with the fear of another loss. Aidan is six months old, healthy and growing as he should, but that fear has not gone away. A fellow Hope Mommy and dear friend, made the comment “loss and infertility is so wounding to the identity of a woman.” My loss of Felicity has caused me to face emotions that I feel so ashamed of. I have dealt with jealousy towards women who have had easy pregnancies, resentment towards those who get to bring their daughter home from the hospital. I face a constant fear that my living child will be snatched from me in a moment. The biggest emotion I face on a daily basis, is guilt. Guilt knowing I wouldn’t have Aidan without the loss of Felicity.

 I cannot forget my daughter and I will not stop mourning her. The time I had with her, while short, has shaped me to be the woman I am today. The birth of my son does not replace the loss of my daughter. They are two separate children and I love each one equally. By saying his birth replaces her, it means he is more important. I believe in loving both of my children with the same passion. Felicity will forever hold a place in my heart. I will continue to mourn her at the same time I celebrate the life of my son. I know God has a plan for my family and this hardship has been a major part of it. I also know, he would not want me to forget the baby girl I carried inside of me. For all those who have lost someone, whether a child or a parent, do not let anyone tell you to not mourn them. I will continue to mourn my daughter, because I cherish her memory and love her as I do my son. 

My suggestion to those suffering from a loss and facing similar emotions as I am, is to pray. I have given these doubts, fears and anxieties to the Lord. I am not fully healed, and I don’t know if I ever will be. However, I know through prayer and support I will be stronger. If you ever need someone to talk to, feel free to contact me. 

Love and Prayers,

Molly