Awake with my thoughts, I need to get these feelings out. Blog inspired by this horrific tragedy in El Paso, Texas and my genuine love and concern for my child.
A moment captured with my son as we start our day.
“Sometimes, I'm still amazed that after almost thirty six years, the memory of what happened in October, 1963, is still so clear to me. Sadly enough, not all memories of those "hannabuddah days" are pleasant ones. But when you're barely fourteen years old and a police officer comes to your house, asking questions and making accusations, it isn't something easily forgotten.”
This is dedicated to the mamas who didn’t choose to go this route alone.
This is dedicated to the mamas who are stubborn and don’t want help.
This is dedicated to the mamas who think they have no one else to turn to.
We deserve to be nurtured and cared for while we bring a new life into this world.
Yes, it took two to create and for some reason you are here by yourself surrounded by hospital staff.
It’s okay to ask for help.
In early March my first and only child was born. Our journey began with a stress test. When my doctor told me my amniotic fluid was low she directed me to go to labor and delivery for an induction. After several hours in labor with no further progress, the nurses were unable to track my son’s heartbeat on the monitor. Next thing I know the doctor is coming in to discuss surgery with me. To be honest, some of this has become a blur but there will be a follow up blog to share a bit more of my birth experience and the support system I initially did not want.
In a few weeks I will be starting a new position...
One love story ends and a new one begins. I am finally allowing myself to embrace this moment. The journey has not been ideal. To my friends and colleagues who have expressed concern over the last several months, I thank you for your understanding, support and patience. It will take me some time to navigate down this new path. I am preparing to receive those who will appear and stay the course with me.
There was no significant way the plants were planted in the soil.
Branches of fruit would intermingle with the vegetables
Plush, fertile flowers growing like weeds
Tropical vegetation that can only survive in humidity
Gardenias I would pick for my hair and place behind my right ear
Which was a sign…
Childhood memories captured
Many good times lived
All this ended in a split second
Like the snap of a twig
Chubby cheeks, runny nose
Spiky hair of black
Stubby legs and big, round belly
That’s never going to get flat
Lost in confusion
Some without a home
Most without a soul
Content is never found amongst us
The need for money is great
There is always a want for more