I am strong, because the day the test finally said, “Schwanger” (pregnant) was the best day of my life.
I am strong, because I had a solid plan for a natural pregnancy and birth.
I am strong, because my seven week ultrasound showed two heart beats, but only one amniotic sac.
I am strong, because for two horrible weeks they were thought to be conjoined.
I am strong, because my pregnancy vocabulary expanded to include monoamniotic monochorionic, twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome, and cord entanglement.
I am strong, because I spent six weeks inpatient under intense monitoring.
I am strong, because I mourned my natural birth, but embraced my C-section.
I am strong, because I gave birth at 31 weeks and five days to beautiful, healthy boys.
I am strong, because I stayed another five and a half weeks in the hospital so I could room-in and bond with the boys.
I am strong because, although everyone said it wouldn’t be possible, we left the NICU exclusively breastfed.
I am strong, because in the hardest phase of my life, I chose love over fear, joy over sorrow, and was blessed with gifts greater than I could have ever imagined.