Today is two of my girls’ birthdays.
My oldest, the one that made me a mother, was born at 6:20 pm.
I had tried to get pregnant for 4 years to no avail. I tried fertility meds and was told I “probably didn’t ovulate” and would need to use a donor egg and IVF.
There’s no way I could afford it.
So I started doing my research. I changed my diet drastically and I started an herbal regiment to fix my menstrual cycle. Once I did that, I took herbals to support ovulation and conception.
Boom! I was pregnant. I found out a week before 9/11 happened.
I was so nervous during my pregnancy, and I ended up with high blood pressure, but it was a great pregnancy.
She was my joy, and was always smiling. People were drawn to her, always saying what a sweet happy girl she is.
Happy 23rd to the one that made me a mom. Even though you couldn’t care less how I’m doing, how your sisters are doing, we still love you. Being cut off by you is hurtful, but we still have lovely memories.
Two years later, we celebrated her birthday at the hospital.
I was decorating the cake for my oldest’s birthday the night before when I started contracting. I was determined to get it done so she had a proper cake.
My second was born at exactly 6:20 am. They are exactly 12 hours shy of 2 years apart.
We (all of us but her oldest sister) are picking her up from college today to celebrate, and spend Resurrection Sunday together.
She is sweet and funny, and such a joy. She has always been the quiet one, always observing. She’s sensitive in the best ways, and caring.
And I’m so grateful that she wants to spend her 21st birthday with me, and her dad and sisters.
In Christ,
Mom