On joy & grief -- Spencer's First Birthday
While the days of infertility have luckily slid into the rearview, I am sitting with some thoughts on the eve of my daughter's 1st birthday. Her birth did not go as planned - as most births don't. I felt steadfast in my answer to the question, what's your birth plan? 'Arrive alive: Healthy mom and healthy baby." And in the end, that is what I got. But I also got a whole lot of trauma and grief alongside it. It's tough because the day I should've been my happiest, if not most fulfilled, was possibly the worst day of my life. I don't want to tell her that. I don't want her to know how broken I was - physically, emotionally. I don't want her to carry any fault for what happened... or maybe even worse - I don't want her to think I'm weak or a bad mom for not 'getting over it.' So how do I tell her about the day she was born? How do I convey to her how happy I am that she is here, that I am here - that we got through it together wi...