In El Salvador, where I was born, there is a saying that ‘Every baby comes with a loaf of bread under their arm’.
… my baby Sarai, who was born at 22 weeks and passed away. Having seen how perfectly developed and complete she was, with her own UNIQUE features, and having spent a minute with her while she was still alive, instilled in me the realisation that a life, however young is priceless.
In my heart I questioned how I would ever know for sure whether the doctor was right, if I chose to induce the labour and in the process, speed up my daughter’s death. She was still alive, her heart was beating in my womb.
… because we are here, giving each other the hope, courage and respect that we need as women and mothers to PERSEVERE. We are witnesses to the fact that going through the difficulties was in every way worth it. And there are no regrets, only a deep, real, and lasting GRATITUDE.
You’re invited to read a daily account of some of the precious moments I share with my children. I am recording these moments for myself, for them, and also for those of you who wonder how motherhood will ENRICH your life…
Going through feelings of doubt and fear when carrying another human being is heart-wrenching. But we can lighten the load for each other by SHARING our experiences. It may just make all the difference to another mother and her baby.