One Mom's Tribute to Her Postpartum "Hope Wounds"
Blogger and mother of triplets Desiree Fortin of Our Journey to Parenthood Blog discusses appreciating postpartum "Hope Wounds" as a symbol of the struggle and love that went into her pregnancy.
Dear Hope Wounds,
You are kind of ugly. It feels like you sag to my knees. You've taken away my belly button. You roll over every kind of jeans, pants, shorts, or skirt I wear. You are gross. You are the cottage cheese that seems to cover my entire belly. You are extra fat that will probably never go away. You're my 3.5 inch scar on my bikini line. You are the agony of my infertility, the pain of an empty womb. You are a reminder of how sick I was after my delivery, all that blood I lost, and the heartache of not meeting my babies for 24 hours after they were born. You are the change my body never saw coming, but desired so deeply.
Hope wounds, You are a miracle. You are perfect. You are beauty. You are my love wounds to show how much I went through to bring my darling hope triplets into this world. You are beautifully saggy and beautifully ugly. You are my dream come true. You are the hope of my infertility. You are the joy of a fruitful womb. I prayed for you, hope wounds. I longed for you and begged for you. I was so desperate to have my miracle it didn't matter how gross my hope wounds would ever be and what I would have to endure to get you. You are something I would never change. You remind me why my story makes a difference.
Sometimes I am too hard on you, hope wounds.
You went through a lot to bring Charlize, Sawyer, and Jax into this world. You were strong and allowed my 105 pound body to stretch and stretch and stretch. You measured 52 weeks pregnant the day the babies came. You were HUGE and kick ass strong. You allowed me to carry three healthy babies to 34 weeks, 1 day, weighing more than half my normal body weight. You gave me the ability to grow 3 babies that weighed about 5 pounds each. You showed everyone that God was a part of every step of my hope story.