This Mother’s Day, I am honoring the women who are fighting for the beautiful privilege of creating a life.
Mother’s Day is a day of mixed emotions. A few years ago, I hosted a Mother’s Day lunch for my family. It was a day of stories, laughter and the celebration of our mothers. For me, this was the third mothers day I had to endure without any assurance that I would one day hold my own baby. It was heart breaking, it was raw. I had to excuse myself for the afternoon as I hid in my bedroom wiping away an endless stream of tears. They would not stop.
My specialist was not able to promise a baby. After surgery and a lot of medical intervention, there were doubts as to whether I would fall pregnant. PCOS and endometriosis the causes of my troubles. There were discussions of starting IVF, but there were still no promises. I wasn’t ready to go down that path.
My husband and I attended an information session in Adelaide about adopting from overseas. This was a process that seemed impossible, as very few babies are adopted out in Australia. We then started the training to becoming foster carers, as there are so many children in Australia who need nurturing families. But we still wouldn’t be able to call these babies our own.
My journey to becoming a mother started with a visit to my Naturopath. Through herbal supplements, nourishing my body with the right foods, and lifestyle changes, I started managing my hormones and reducing inflammation in my body naturally. I finally managed to fall pregnant with our first baby.
I am now a mother to Maisie (2), and Matilda (9 weeks). I thank God every single day for my two little girls. I have so much gratitude for my children. But I’m painfully aware that this is not a privilege that all woman have.
This Mother’s Day, my prayers will be for woman who yearn to become mother’s that have not yet.