How I Survived Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day…the one day that as a fertility challenged person makes you feel like you have the bubonic plague.  All we want is to be able to experience the love and joy of having some call us Mother, Mom, Mommy, Momma, Anya (for my Hungarian friends), etc.  We want the cards, the breakfasts in bed, the flowers, to be honest we want it all and then some.

I usually host a Mother’s lunch at my house, but for some family reasons it was just easier to have this at my parents house.  Mate and I made lunch for my Mom, my Gram, and my Aunt.  These three ladies are pretty special to me.  My Mom for obvious reasons, I mean she did give birth to me and helped to make me a pretty awesome human.  My Gram and my Aunt are amazing ladies and I am lucky that I get to be their Granddaughter and Niece. I know I wouldn’t be half the person that I am without either one of them too.   We had a great time and I managed not to cry at all.  So double brownie points for me….wait did someone just say brownie??  I could really go for one…I think it’s the hormones, but I digress (Aly, Kate, Amanda – that was for you!)

Instead of feeling upset and really allowing myself to be an emotional wreck, I did just the opposite.  I went out to Amazon and created a wish list called When I have Babies and starting picking out fun things that I would like to get when we have one.  I don’t know if it was because I am telling myself that if there is anytime to drop the baggage and just try to be happy and carefree, is now or what my exact thought process was but let me tell you I had SO much fun.  I would send links to Mate of things that I liked.  He of coursed asked the typical man question, “How much stuff do you think a that baby needs?”  Oh sweet sweet Mate, just you wait to see how much stuff that a baby needs.  Just think if we have two, double the amount of stuff.

I could have chosen to sit and be sad all day and feel sorry for myself.  I could have cried over all the things that I can’t wait for, holding them in my arms for the first time, hear them call me Momma, watching Mate with them, all the things that happen everyday that parents take for granted that I can’t wait to experience.  Instead I chose to rise above the sadness and be happy and hopeful for what is to come.

I know that there are so many of us out there, 1 in 8 of us, that struggled with this day.  For some of us it was harder than others, the important part is to keep going, push forward, keep moving toward our ultimate goal.  Having a baby.  We CAN do this.

 

 

 

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