Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist, is a story about an Andalusian shepherd boy known as Santiago who believed in a recurring dream about treasures lying in the Pyramids of Egypt. The 25th anniversary edition which I read has a page number of 208. The Alchemist is a novel written by Brazilian author Paulo Coelho, first published in 1988 which has been translated into 80 different languages. Ever wondered what life will be without living the dream? I believe I am even more grateful for the gift of motherhood having gone through the hard times.It’s 11:47am, I have been thinking about the unique purpose of a book I read a week ago. The journey is never easy, it can be filled with doubt and heavy emotions, but once it is over you appreciate the experience. Now I cannot imagine being a mother to any other child, this special little being was destined for me all along. The universe had conspired to help me achieve the most precious gift. Last weekend I celebrated my first Mother’s Day with my brand new baby girl. Though after dedicating all those years to bettering myself, I learned how to make the best of a negative situation. Having faith that things can turn out for the better and keeping a positive attitude were not things I was capable of. Years ago I would never have been able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I truly believed the universe had a plan for me. I knew deep down this was not the end of my journey, I wanted this too much, I worked too hard to get here. I mourned, I cried, I questioned, I overcame. This is not how my journey into motherhood was supposed to be. Four months later I experienced another loss after miscarrying. Although the pregnancy was short lived I formed a connection with my child immediately and the pain of our loss was very real. I could not believe how quickly things had changed. A few hours after that I was being prepped for surgery to remove the pregnancy and damaged fallopian tube. Six weeks later I went to the ER and discovered I had suffered a ruptured ectopic pregnancy. Shortly after I tested positive on a pregnancy test, this was it, I was going to be a mom. After about a year of lifestyle changes and introducing holistic therapies my body started responding. After grieving the news however, I decided that diagnosis did not have to be part of my story. This of course is something no woman longing for motherhood wants to hear. I was told that when the time came I would probably have to try assisted reproductive therapy to conceive a child. I never wanted my future child to feel the burden of my illness, I needed to be in the best possible place for myself before I could become a mother.ĭuring this self-improvement journey I noticed that my body was not allowing me to make the transition into motherhood even though my mind and soul were ready. Keeping my depression and anxiety in line was always a big reason for this but it was also about preparing myself to be the best mom I could be. I dedicated several years in my mid to late twenties focusing on becoming the best version of myself. Whenever I thought about the future I always imagined all the wonderful memories I would create with my children. There was never any question in my mind that one day I would have children of my own. There is only one thing I have ever been certain about in life becoming a mother.
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