For me, the first year was the hardest of my life. So many emotions and heartache for both Layla and myself. That joyous bond wasn't there. I had such a rough start I thought motherhood just wasn't for me. I wasn't good at it. The motherhood others shared about seemed foreign. It saddened me that parenthood wasn't at all what we imagined. Instead of bringing Aaron and I together, it was tearing us apart. Then, once we were told we wouldn't have much time with her I didn't allow the bond because I was too scared it would make it hurt more when she was gone. Don't get me wrong, I did love her but there was just something missing. Not sure if I can fully explain it.
It took until after a year for the connection to take place. Once I saw her health improve, I gained hope. Now at 16 months, it is there. I can feel my heart overwhelm when she looks into my eyes and smiles. I just love her so much. And I never want her to leave. I pray every day that God won't take her from us. I pray that she will prove doctors wrong. That she will amaze us with her progress. Even if it looks different than typical parenthood, that's ok. Not ideal, but ok.
My "maternity leave" has just begun. And I have lots of catching up to do.
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