This weekend we celebrate Mother’s Day; my first as a mother of three.*
In 2009 I was born a mother
after what felt like an endless wait. It was a bittersweet moment for me birthing under the influence of some heavy duty opiates and in a situation I very much wanted to avoid. It was also the craziest trip of my life and, as my best friend had promised, I spent a long time looking around me waiting for Alfie’s real mama to arrive.
In 2011 I was born a mother of a daughter
and shortly after nearly died. I went into heart failure
(known as PPCM) and spent a few weeks in hospital scaring the medical staff by refusing to be a good patient. I made a full recovery, but there were some dark and scary moments where I stared down at my newborn baby girl and sobbed at the thought that I might not be around to see her grow up.
In 2013 I was born the mother of three
in a beautiful and healing birth attended by a friend, fellow mother and loving doula. I knew there was a threat of relapse hanging over me but I was well supported and came through the hard work of growing a baby without incident.
Many women aren't so lucky.
As I sit with my babies around me typing this (I’ll edit it later to remove the keyboard smashes) I feel blessed a thousand times over to be here. I enjoy every crazy making moment of being a mama and my heart breaks for every family deprived of the chance to do likewise.
Every Mother Counts
is working to reduce the instance of maternal death across the world. If you can spare 2 minutes, you can get involved.
- UPLOAD 2 photos
of the day you were “born” a mother on the EMC Facebook portal.
- RUN 2 miles
using the Charity Miles app (which will donate $0.25 per mile to EMC)
- SHARE 2 facts
about maternal health on 2 of your social media networks.
- GIVE 2 gifts
with one purchase by giving a gift that also supports maternal health programs around the world.
- INVITE 2 friends to Take 2 actions of their own.
Becoming a mama is the work of ages.
When I gave birth to Miss Olive I finally felt that fabled connection with the generations of birthing women who had gone before me. It was wondrous and humbling and I was grateful to finally count myself as a part of this female narrative.
The tradition of birthing warriors can feel distant to mothers in the First World but those women are there, standing in the shadows, roaring us on.
For most of the planet, the shadows are longer and filled with the daughters and sisters and wives who are taken too soon, leaving a hole where the heart of the family should beat.
I like to think that it doesn't have to be that way.
*You lot in the UK have already had your Mother's Day obviously, but join in anyway!
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