August 💙…

My 3rd and last baby whose journey taught me so much about gratitude and humility… I lost my aunt April who raised me to suicide when I was maybe 5 weeks along. I felt so lost and hurt, and doubted my ability to do this journey.. his dad and I slowly separated and rarely spoke the whole time, because I felt I was having to choose between him and my baby… I kept him hidden from even my mom until I was maybe 23 weeks just because I feared judgement or rejection because I was having my 3rd child at 28. But she was so proud of me because I was working and had provided myself and my kids stability, and I slowly started to share my news and received so much support emotionally that I needed… At 39 weeks April 2nd, I went into labor, and I had my coworker who had become like a mother to me with me. She had never done c sections with her own kids because she hates the OR, but when I was told I needed to have an emergency c section, she came and held my hand thru it and cried with me when he came… He has been the most perfect, sweet baby, and I think he came into my life at the right moment… I have learned to appreciate the support and love that I’m given because this journey has been full of love from people I won’t ever meet, or ones who have become family over shared time and advice… I pray that anyone feeling alone or lost knows there is a light in the midst of the darkness… My children are mine💗