The Love of a Cousin

Swimming Babes-2006

"What do I do when I get pregnant again?" I asked.

My sweet cousin was on the other end of the phone call when I sought out her wisdom and support. 3 years younger than me, she is in her 3rd pregnancy and ready to deliver her first baby in less than 2 months. She was the first person I wanted to talk to when I miscarried the first time, just 2 months after her ectopic pregnancy back in the spring of 2015. For some reason, I just had this connection to her, like maybe because she was born in the same generation as me and going through similar circumstances, that she would understand.

Now, 13 months after my first miscarriage, I find myself going through mental exercises every day to prepare myself to trust my body for my 4th and hopefully successful pregnancy; part of that exercise today was to call my cousin up and have a nice chat about our lives and try to get some insights.

We were both strong-headed children growing up--often getting upset over the littlest things. She has definitely out-grown this trait in my eyes, and I hope I have improved a bit on my end as well, but sometimes our siblings or parents forget that we have changed and respond to us the same way as when we were living at home, even though we have grown up and matured a little bit.

She used this as an analogy to how I need to treat my body when I do conceive again. I can't treat the next pregnancy like it will be like the past failed pregnancies. I have to allow my body to go it's course and trust myself and the Lord wholeheartedly.

Replace FEAR with FAITH. (easier said than done. I know.)

So here is to the future, always remembering:

"I am not what has happened to me.

I am what I choose to BECOME."

-Carl Jung

2010

Skating fun--2010

Late nights can make one overly silly

Thanks so much for your support, lil' cuz! You just always know what to say to boost my morale!
You're going to be the best mommy.

Comments

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