Celebrate that Mother in your life, she earned it!

Celebrate that Mother in your life, she earned it!


This weekend is Mothers day, and I found myself reading over previous articles I have written on other sites having to do with being a Mom. I wanted to share these words here, this story is so important. Not my story, but the story of being enough, of what we all went through to become a Mommy. This post originally was shared at The Today Show last year, while the article is a year old it is still very relevant today. Celebrate that Mother in your life, she earned it!

Each of us have a story of how we all got here, got here being Motherhood. There has been this trend of woman one upping each other. Proving our worth and if we have earned the right to be called Mom. I had to have 3 c-sections, and some have said that I was not “Mom” enough to give birth to my kids the natural way.


I found myself getting angry, feeling “less than” the natural birth Moms. The ones that were strong enough to push a baby out. Even as I felt this way, I got angry with myself. Why am I letting these obviously mean spirited, misguided people get to me? Still I could not shake the feelings. I kept it to myself, had a pep talk to the inner me and moved on with my life. Taking care of the three kids I am apparently not Mom enough for. Tell that to them, they remind me quite often, all the time that my name is Mommy.


There are so many with the same story as me, of feeling judged and even bullied for having had a c-section. These woman who just like me, had to have medical intervention felt the need to justify and defend their birth story. A lot of women shared their disdain for people thinking this. Their hurt, pain, and feelings on the subject. They felt like me. I became enraged with this defense for c-sections. I know, these are my peeps, my fellow scar rocking Mama’s. But yes, I got angry with their defense.

In all of their defending of being a c-section Mom, their disdain for people thinking and saying they are less than phenomenal… there was an urgency to prove that they earned their scar. They needed a c-section. The fact that even in their proud moment of standing up to the haters, they felt the need to justify how they brought their child into the world. That is what got me angry.

There has been so many stories and comments on social media. conversation with both sides weighing in. I came across one story after another of women going through terrifying experiences. All with the outcome of a c-section, and all with a underlying tone of “I needed it, see, it was needed!!!!!”

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Anytime I have ever spoken about how I brought my kids into this world, when I mention a c-section I stumble into a explanation. As if trying to prove my worth and that I did work for it. A feeling of failure was there. Acknowledging that I did not actually do what I sought out. What I planned was a natural birth, in a stream, with birds chirping and the mice from Cinderella cheering me on. Maybe not exactly what I was thinking, but the feeling was similar, I was hoping for perfection. I wanted to do this whole birth thing right.

When it all went wrong, it went bad. I won’t get into it, I have nothing to prove. It is because of this public discussion of c-section Moms versus natural birth Moms that I realized I still had to let some things go. I was so quick to jump on the defense with my own labor and delivery experience.


Defense of what? Bringing my daughter and eventually two more healthy children (my boys) into the world? Working, laboring, fighting, going on for days, then looking a Doctor in the eye and agreeing to be cut open?

I laid there under a bright light, terrified. Not of the surgery, having complete abdominal surgery with all of my reproductive organs ending up out of my body. I was not worried of the recovery, the pain, the scar. He could have cut me open from chin to knees and I would have still almost ran into the operating room. I was terrified for my child, my daughter who I only knew from her tiny heartbeat which I had grown to adore these past 9 months.

I imagined her personality, the way she would kick in my belly when I laughed, feeling her little hiccups. I dreamed of her face, her hands, her smell. My husband and I scoured over names, so many hours spent dreaming up the perfect one for her. I was terrified for her. In that moment, my thought, my very being was all for her. I was simply the vessel to get her here.

When she was born blue and not crying, my world stopped. She was my world and it was in a spin, a spiraling, scary out of control pain that set in my heart. While she was in her own struggle to the left of me, I began hemorrhaging and they put me under, put me to sleep to control my bleeding better. My last thought was of her. When I awoke hours later, before I even opened my eyes I whispered her name. I was groggy, barely coherent and she was ingrained in me. My heart was with her, I needed her.

The nurse informed me that the crying I could hear was her, my Nora. She was crying and it was the most glorious sound I have ever heard. I felt like I was floating, I have never felt as strong of a relief as I did in that moment. When they wheeled me to my room I was told to get some sleep and they could bring her to me when I woke up. I felt no pain, no grogginess, I could not even sit up all the way from the epidural, but I demanded them to bring her to me. She was it, the very thought my brain was thinking. It was all for her, I needed to see her.

I held her, and she was perfection. I was complete, she is the reason I am a Mom. She is it, she made me who I am. Her being there was the perfection. My labor, the surgery, that was all forgotten. She was beautiful, breathing, eating, sleeping and pooping. Yes, even that was miraculous. I was alive and well to see it all, there is no loosing in this scenario.

Less then 2 hours after I was out of recovery I was told to get up and do laps around the hospital hallways, pushing my sweet girl along the way. My husband told me to take it easy. How could I take it easy? I had a daughter to take care of. I needed to get back to normal, I yearned to be a Mommy and I was not letting a little thing like a surgery prevent me from being that. The recovery was brutal, but the most brutal part about it was my stubbornness and anger in that I had to do it. This was never the plan, a C-section was not part of my birth plan, I had to catch up.

In remembering those moments, my thoughts in that time. Looking at my c-section scar, my three healthy kids. I have nothing to prove, I have no reason to claim I earned it, I simply just did. I am not shaming any Mom who birthed her child naturally, a Mom with an epidural, one who delivered her baby in the back seat of a car, a Mom with a c-section (by choice or necessity), a Mom who married and gained a child, a Mom who adopted her child. We all have stories, hurtles, battle scars, and wounds to show and tell. All of us are Moms, and none of us should be apologetic of how we became one.

My scar is my story. It is the physical proof that I put everything aside for my child. I gave my body over, willingly to be maimed for my baby. My three children. The one I felt my heart surge for when I saw that little kidney bean shape blob on the sonogram. The one I felt my heart lurch and shatter when she was born blue. The one I held in my arms and felt such pride for when all was said and done. The same baby that now both challenges, excites, exhausts, and makes my love grow more everyday with her 7 year old self.


I became a Mom to be her Mom, to be my two boys’ Mom. That was the goal, the perfection of the birth. My bad ass scar is just the way my kids began their life. It was the first of a lifetime of moments I will put my children before anything else, including myself. I risked it all for them, and always will with no hesitation. I will never make an excuse for that, apologize, shy away from or make my case for ever again. I did it, that is the important part. We made it, that is the perfect birth plan I should have been planning for. That is what we all should be celebrating, we made it, we did it, we are Moms and our kids are here, living. No apology’s should be made. Never again will I proclaim anything but pride for my journey to Motherhood. I am Mom enough.




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  1. Beautiful story! I agree, no matter how we all became mothers, we are all struggling everyday to be the best mother we can be for our children. This is a hard job, the hardest I’ve ever had, and we need to stop beating each other up over the hows and whys and just enjoy it. Thank you!

  2. Love your story. Great looking family.

  3. Great story!! Your children are precious. Happy Mother’s Day, Emily!

  4. Such a cute and beautiful post.

  5. This is a special and beautiful post. Loved going through your story.

  6. touching story. i’ve almost cryed. this mother’s day i couldn’t come home with my mom, she must be so sad. i miss her so much, i’m gonna call her right now. thank you, you’re a great mother!

  7. A thrilling story. My mom had c-section. But it doesn’t matter, she is still the greatest woman in my world. So you are to your children. Keep going, you’re doing good. Wish your family well and happy.

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