Every time someone has a baby “naturally”, I feel such a sense of jealousy and resentment. I don’t mean to, but I can’t help it.
Lately I’ve been thinking differently, though. My birth was such a mess and nothing could have saved it. The illness I had afterwards as a result was the second scariest time in my life. However, since this has happened, I have become more stable, stronger, more resilient, and more aware of myself.
As difficult as it was, I don’t think my son could have been given to me under any different set of circumstances. His story is our story and it binds us together.
Loving him is the easiest thing in the world.