Why did I choose this name? My definition of mommypeace is the feeling you get when a small child asks you to snuggle. You grab a blanket, maybe a book, and a pillow. You find a nook to sit in, and the little one does that thing that only small children can do. They sit just right in the crook of your arm, and they snuggle that head of sweet smelling hair into your neck. You place a kiss on the top of their head, and both of you sigh. Mommy. Peace.
Contentment. Joy. Fulfillment. This is the dream of all mothers. We know that real life can be HARD, no matter the circumstances of your family. Sometimes the journey into motherhood starts off scary, messy, and with fear. This is the reality for many preemie moms, moms of children with birth defects or other medical conditions.
I hesitated to share this picture from my son's NICU photo shoot. I didn't have my hair and makeup done. My nails look terrible because my child had been in the NICU for 6 weeks, and I could've cared less about them then. This pictures captures a very special moment for me. It was THE instant when they handed me that baby, and they were sending him home to be MINE. Until that point he was in intensive care, and he had a care team that made decisions with my husband and I. Including when he could and couldn't be held.
Six years later, I have and have had those moments of joy and peace with my son, but there has also been a lot of pain, anxiety, and fear mixed in my mothering journey as well. I have found that the only people that can truly help are those that "get" it because they have been through similar experiences.
I have struggled trying to find a way to give back to these communities. I have captain'd March for Babies teams and dropped off cards and snack trays at NICU's. I've struggled to find my peace and my voice as an advocate. So I'm going to use this space to learn, to grow and to support kids and their parents who work so hard to find their balance and peace in new normals every day.
I hesitated to share this picture from my son's NICU photo shoot. I didn't have my hair and makeup done. My nails look terrible because my child had been in the NICU for 6 weeks, and I could've cared less about them then. This pictures captures a very special moment for me. It was THE instant when they handed me that baby, and they were sending him home to be MINE. Until that point he was in intensive care, and he had a care team that made decisions with my husband and I. Including when he could and couldn't be held.
Six years later, I have and have had those moments of joy and peace with my son, but there has also been a lot of pain, anxiety, and fear mixed in my mothering journey as well. I have found that the only people that can truly help are those that "get" it because they have been through similar experiences.
I have struggled trying to find a way to give back to these communities. I have captain'd March for Babies teams and dropped off cards and snack trays at NICU's. I've struggled to find my peace and my voice as an advocate. So I'm going to use this space to learn, to grow and to support kids and their parents who work so hard to find their balance and peace in new normals every day.
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