I am Strong because I waited until the age of 32 to have my first child.
I am Strong because I saw our would-be son one day looking up at me holding onto the knee of the man who became the love of my life at the age of 28. Dream became Reality.
I am Strong because as the youngest of my home growing up, and the youngest in our family’s generation, I was not around young children much, so everything was new and exciting/frightening.
I am Strong because my husband made it home from his last deployment for the Army in 2010, and we made the happy decision to try and start a family.
I am Strong because five weeks into trying, the hubby and I went to the ER due to me having severe abdominal cramps. We found out after eight hours of waiting that we were less than 48 hours pregnant and in danger of losing the baby.
I am Strong because we also made the decision to do what it took to have me become a Stay-At-Home Mom; the call and eventual resignation from being in Property Management for almost a decade was bitter and sweet.
I am Strong because my pregnancy was filled with obstacles and unknowns, from start to finish.
I am Strong because our pregnancy took, and I was able to carry full term.
I am Strong because when we moved from Texas to Virginia, our insurance was suspended due to an employee’s typo, and we were forced to go without insurance for over 4.5 months of the pregnancy.
I am Strong because we had to ask a local 4D ultrasound locale for a session to find out how many and what we were having during the middle of the insurance nightmare.
I am Strong because our sweet baby boy blew a kiss to us on the ultrasound, one of at least three prior dreams that have become reality. (The DVD shows this amazing gift)
I am Strong because the pregnancy was high-risk from start to finish.
I am Strong because the natural hormonal surges that occur in pregnancy were so great that my hip and shoulder joints were prone to dislocation, making it hard to walk, sit, lift anything, or be comfortable.
I am Strong because despite all my efforts to consume the healthiest of things – the only true craving I ever had was for beer, not a winning scenario as it went unsatisfied – I gained over 50 pounds during the pregnancy.
I am Strong because we made a birth plan, but due to complications with my joints, had to settle for induction/possible csection as a backup.
I am Strong because at 41 weeks, I began having contractions. They lasted an entire week, but to no avail as I did not dilate.
I am Strong because we went into the hospital to be induced, only to have the first induction fail.
I am Strong because after the second induction was administered, my joints could no longer handle the hormonal surge and my right hip dislocated, causing me excruciating pain.
I am Strong because I was scared to death of having an epidural but made the decision to do so as my cervix was still not cooperative.
I am Strong because I had two extremely intense contractions during the administering of the epidural, but managed to stay still enough with the help of my husband so as to not incur any nerve damage.
I am Strong because the only progress the epidural produced was my water breaking.
I am Strong because after 72 hours from being admitted, our son’s heart rate began dropping with contractions. It was decided a csection was eminent.
I am Strong because I sang hymns while being rolled into the OR, strapped to the table, to calm my nerves.
I am Strong because it took over five rounds of pain blockers to get my body to cooperate to have the procedure.
I am Strong because upon delivery, it was discovered our dear son had the cord wrapped around his neck twice.
I am Strong because after being wheeled into the recovery room while our son went to be tested/weighed, the nurses had turned the television on in the room.
I am Strong because our son was born the morning of the tsunami in Japan, March 11, 2011.
I am Strong because I felt at the same time immense joy for his new life, and ultimate sorrow for the tens of thousands of lives who were washed from this earth that fateful day.
I am Strong because we finally had a healthy baby boy!
I am Strong because I found out through two sessions with a domineering and condescending lactation specialist that I had inverted nipples and would eventually not be able to produce enough breastmilk to meet our son’s needs. I was not able to experience the deep bond with our son that so many others are blessed to have.
I am Strong because I left the hospital weighing more than I did while pregnant due to the amount of fluids and medications administered during these events.
I am Strong because the first week of having our son home also involved suffering through a reaction and withdrawal from a medicine the nurses gave me that I had previously admitted being allergic to on top of recovering from the surgery.
I am Strong because though our son was healthy, we noticed him having consistent tummy troubles. At the age of 2, he began having the same symptoms I have experienced as an adult with IBS, but at such a young age.
I am Strong because we had many trips to the doctor and even the ER but to no finite clarity on how to help our sweet boy.
I am Strong because our son suffered open sores for seven months during this ordeal.
I am Strong because I made the decision to attempt fixing his troubles through an elimination diet. It took over a year to find the source of the problem, mainly being all grains, but within a week of a completely benign diet, his sores healed and we began to enjoy watching him be a little boy with no more pain, only joy and curiosity.
I am Strong because our family is now on a modified paleo – low FODMAP lifestyle, with all of us having seen significant improvement in our health.
I am Strong because I only discovered Birth Without Fear through an acquaintance’s chance post on Facebook.
I am Strong because I wept with grief and relief to see how not alone I am in this world of traumatic births.
I am Strong because I’ve been able to lose all the weight I had gained and be more healthy now than ever before.
I am Strong because my Husband never left my side, from start to finish. He is my Rock, and I will Love him until my last breath.
I am Strong because we want a daughter.
I am Strong because we may not be able to have any other children.
I am Strong because I rejoice in the glorious secret world that is our happy home with my husband and son.
I am Strong.
Ladies, Gentlemen, Husbands, Wives, Mothers and Fathers:
We are STRONG.