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Judge Yourself
There is a huge problem with society today where people try to make other people's lives their business. Maybe this was caused by the media, or over sharing on social media, or even just plain human nature; but it needs to stop. This problem exists everywhere but the worst one by far has got to be mom shaming.
By Heather Mason9 years ago in Families
Meant to Be a Mother
I have always know that, above everything else in this world, I was meant to be a mother. However, there were many times in my life when I questioned if I would be able to have my own children. It seems an odd thing to have always wanted to be a mother, even as a child. That is who I am in my soul, I am a mother.
By Kylee Darryl9 years ago in Families
Worst Wedding Ever
Six months ago there was an event that pushed me into a depression. I’ve thought of it so many times and sometimes it even takes over my dreams. I am writing this because I am looking for help; I am looking for a magical solution.
By Test9 years ago in Families
I Had a Miscarriage
This has been a very difficult week for me; I had the plans, I had a goal to reach, and then, without warning, it was taken away from me.I was going to not talk about this publicly, but it may be a step closer to helping me get better. You could say I'm looking for attention or sympathy, but I'm not. I know a lot of women go through this, but even though that is true, it doesn't make things easier for the women that are currently going through it, or have been through it.I will tell you the story of how I found out, to how I'm feeling now.I was coming up to the end of my first trimester, and I had my 12-week scan coming up. I met my midwife, who was very kind, I had my blood tests taken. I did tell her about my anxiety and worry about the chances of having a miscarriage, and I would be lying to say that it wasn't what most of the time, I was thinking about throughout my pregnancy. I paid for a private early scan, and when I went, the sonographer said the heartbeat was very healthy, and there wasn't anything that looked concerning. I was seven weeks pregnant at the time, and that was the first and last time I saw my baby alive.I then had to wait until I was 10 weeks pregnant until I could meet my midwife. Throughout the time I was waiting, I could tell there was something wrong, but everyone around me was saying it was only my anxiety. After I met my midwife, she booked me in for my 12-week scan at the hospital. A few nights before my appointment, I had a very horrible dream, where I was having my scan, and the babies heartbeat was only 10 beats per minute. Then suddenly the heartbeat stopped. There were then slides that had pictures, starting from what a 12-week old fetus looked like, and it counted back until the first week. When it got to the first week, I saw the poison sign.The next day, I started to bleed. I called the midwife, and they said they couldn't do anything about it until I was at least 20 weeks. I went to my GP, and she said to me it's possibly just my cervix changing, and she told me to wait for the scan the next day.The night before my scan, I felt like I didn't want to go, and I even asked my boyfriend to not come to the scan with me.
By kodf Fjjd9 years ago in Families
Toddler Tantrum Central
I was one of those women who thought: My child will be so well-behaved at home and in public. I also thought I could handle anything with my childcare background. Let me just say, that's a huge lie. Biggest lie I ever told myself. In fact, I find myself balled up in the fetal position after my son has gone to sleep, trying to regain my sanity and peace of mind long enough to shower and clean up after supper.
By Brittany Bates9 years ago in Families
They Mess You Up, Part 2
Ever since I can remember, my father was my biggest idol. A mentor, a guru. In my eyes, he was God. The ultimate role model. No one could ever say a bad word about him when I was around, oh no. Unless, of course, they wanted to feel my wrath, and, you know. Get verbally abused. He was hardly ever home, but that was alright. I would forgive him anything, especially since, whenever he did show up, he'd bring me gifts, play video games with me, or at least let me watch him play. He was my best friend, but not much more than that, as I realised much later in life.
By L. V.9 years ago in Families
Bump Ahead
Like you and me, we are unique individuals. So are the paths we walk in life. At the end of December 2017, I wrote a small article on jump-starting the new year. Wanting to follow through with my own advice and ideas, I set out a plan of all my goals for this new year. If you're like me, then you know not everything you try to plan will work out like you intended. So with that in mind let me go into further details about how I hit a bump in the road pretty early on in 2018.
By Not Important9 years ago in Families
A Mother’s Tears: Getting Through a Birth Defect Diagnosis
When I think of a time in which I was completely happy, and, I mean fully elated, it was the moment I found out I was pregnant for the first time. The following 12 weeks were filled with pure excitement and joy. I often found myself daydreaming about the future and what motherhood would be like. I knew already that my baby and I would attend “Momma and Baby Yoga” classes at the local studio, that I would have the most fashionable stroller, preferably a Stokke in limited edition orange, and we would wear matching clothes, just like every single perfect Pinterest picture I came across. Life would seriously be perfect. No, it was perfect.
By ‘Licia Cee9 years ago in Families
They Mess You Up, Part 1
For a long time now, I have been meaning to share my life story. Cause boy oh boy, have I been cursed with a life that has been, to say the least, interesting!
By L. V.9 years ago in Families
Gone
Coward. Coward is all I can think. Back then when I was five, you were a hero. When I was 13, I would go to you first for anything. When I was 18, I had my first heartfelt conversation with you and we cried together. When I was 21, you broke my heart. You didn't break my heart slowly, you allowed it to linger, hanging on a single hinge for a week. You spoke to me of things I shouldn't have had to deal with on my own, you made me lie and hide words. You let me cry for your stupidity and disappointed me every time I'd see a drink in your hand. You probably thought it was OK, felt relieved even, to get those words off your chest and share them with someone close. But with those words you condemned me. You changed your ways with the world. You stopped caring, you yelled in front of people who shouldn't have heard it. You were the person I looked up to, an idol of sorts. You were the safety at home, the protector. Then you slowly became the absentee, the runner. I would stay up late nights to make sure you'd be home, wondering, worrying. I would hear the fights. I felt the pain.
By Mara Dyer9 years ago in Families
Struggles of a Stay-at-Home Mom
Being a stay-at-home mom is, in my opinion, one of the hardest jobs out there. You get no breaks, no pay, you're physically exhausted most of the time, and it's always the same thing on repeat everyday. But you have those glimpses of your child's smile that pushes you forward everyday.
By Lori Ann9 years ago in Families
Not the Mama
I was a stepdaughter twice, courtesy of my father who kept rushing to get married and apparently had a problem with being single and alone for long periods of time. Being a stepdaughter under the third wife was problematic. It was the same with the next stepmother, but eventually, our relationship became better. Dad and my stepmothers have now passed on. From the perspective of a stepchild, I think any woman who plans on marrying a man with kids should consider some things.
By Hillari Hunter9 years ago in Families