You know I’ve always found comfort and truth in written words, hence this post.
It’s easier to organise thoughts and feelings on paper (or rather screens and keypads) than to set words to breathe from my ever-anxious tongue.
You see, birthing my son reaffirmed something pivotal for me: I am a fucking strong woman. I am a warrior and I am unquestionably mesmerized by my strength.
Women should be celebrated for their experience of pregnancy, no matter whether it is medicated, unmedicated, or cesarean.
Every single childbirth is awesome.
It’s transformative and world shifting. At least, that’s what it was for me.
The feelings and emotions are so intense and full of magic surrounding this very moment and stage in my life.
And I wish i had the words to describe how full of love my heart is. I can’t. There are none that exist.
Even as a writer, it’s tricky for me express the sentiments fully and accurately. I am overflowing.
My little family of 3 is magic. Knowing I’ve got this beautiful baby to come home to every day makes me so special. And I just wanted to thank you for the well wishes, prayers and positivity! We appreciate every drop of it.