“The rawness of Motherhood is real, but Oh is it Beautiful”
~ Robynne de Wet
I’ve been living in disposable panties and maxi maternity pads for the last week. My stomach looks like a deflated balloon and my abdominal area has a large cut and some bruising across it, my belly button now looks like a gaping hole in my tummy yet I’ve never been more proud of my body. I’ve never felt more secure in my own skin.
I’ve never been more proud to carry a scar, my scar – which represents the beautiful life that was brought into this world. I’ve never been more proud to walk around in pain and discomfort. I have never welcomed this feeling of vulnerability and tenderness before. But today I stand proud of what my body was able to accomplish in the birth of my gorgeous daughter. And I am ever so grateful for this miracle of life that was birthed inside of me!
I’ve generally been quite a ‘sickly’ person. Always the one with the stuffy nose or a sore throat. In the beginning of 2015, I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis. “Rheumatoid arthritis (RA) is a long-term autoimmune disorder that primarily affects joints.” RA is thought to be ‘an old man’s disease.’ I was 26 years old when I was diagnosed. I felt that my body had almost let me down somehow. At first we were unable to fall pregnant due to the medication I was put on for the RA. Miraculously, things changed a year later, my inflammation calmed down and I was able to go off the medication and try and fall pregnant. A few months later, we were pregnant. And today I hold my gorgeous daughter in my arms.
How majestic is the miracle of life! The miracle of a baby. The miracle of healing. The miraculous hand of the Father over my life and body that I was able to give life to a beautiful baby. That in itself is a miracle. A woman’s body has been designed to home, feed, protect and nurture another living human being. It’s a remarkable thing. It’s a remarkable design by an incredible Designer.
Despite the RA, my body was able to carry and home my daughter for 9 months without a moment of RA pain. I was able to give birth to my daughter through an elective cesarean and recover rather quickly enabling me to look after my daughters and return to my mommy and wifey duties.
There are too many opinions out there knocking us down when it comes to birthing options. And not enough focusing on the real heart of the matter, the joy and pride of holding your newborn in your arms, the wonderful feeling of becoming a mommy, whether for the first, second or third time. No matter how you chose to bring your baby into this world – it is a miracle! And nothing can detract from that. Take heart, You are a Wonderful Mama!