We asked our community of amazing mamas to pause, reflect and share a story about their most memorable moment as a mother. Mother's Day is a special day, as a mother and to celebrate our mothers. For some, including myself it is a day to remember the ones we love, and the ones we have lost. Motherhood is a magical thing. Babies are tiny miracles. If you are reading this, know that if you have lost a baby, you are not alone. Mother's Day will forever be a bittersweet day for me, but I am so grateful to have two healthy, beautiful girls to love and cherish.
On this special day, may you feel loved and appreciated for all of the amazing things you are, and the million things that you do. Happy Mother's Day Fit Mamas!
Mirella's Mother’s Day Story
I am so lucky to be a mama to two beautiful kids, one girl and one one boy not that it ever mattered what gender they were. It was always about them being healthy and happy. My pregnancies were great but deliveries tough. With my daughter, I was one week late... laboured drug free for 12hrs and with epidural for another 24, only to be told I needed a cesarian. Finally after 36 hrs and a cesarian, I had my baby girl in my arms. So exhausted but I would do it all over again a million times for her.
Second time around, I thought with a scheduled cesarian with my son would be a breeze. Boy was I wrong. Once he was delivered he needed to be taken straight to the Nicu as he was not breathing properly. They told us he had fluid in his lungs and he would get to be with me the next day. Not being able to be with my baby, hold him and stare at his beautiful face broke my heart. I thought it was only for one night. Unfortunately the unexpected happened and he had further complications. Both his lungs collapsed. It was my worst nightmare come true. He needed to be transported to Sickkids, so my husband went with him while I stayed one more day In hospital. I was devastated. Not only was my baby not well, but I couldn’t be by his side and it hurt like hell. It was my hardest day as a mother. I finally got to hold him at 4 days old, a feeling I can never explain. I would spend days at the hospital, and evenings at home with my 3 year old daughter. The days were hard and long, emotionally and physically since I was still recovering from surgery.
At two weeks old, we finally were able to bring our baby boy home. I had my two babies in my arms and together, one of the best days of my life and my most memorable moment as a mother. Layla and Amedeo truly are my greatest blessings.