Category: Motherhood Unplugged

To everyone who has joined us and stayed with us in this journey of sharing and voicing our experiences, I want to say thank you so much. This has become a great outlet for me and I truly am in awe of the connections and conversations I’ve been able to have with some of you…

3 months in. Lets recap. At this point, Hannah had been poked more times than I could count. She was drowning in IVs that supplemented her drugs and total parental nutrition (A special formula given through a vein provides most of the nutrients the body needs. The method is used when someone can’t or shouldn’t…

Disclaimer: I would not have made it through that period of my life, nor the current one I’m living in real-time, without the Lord. The purpose of this post is to shed light on very real emotions I think we all face when confronted with the unexpected curve balls life throws at us. But I…

We decided to go through with the tracheostomy surgery. For reference, a tracheostomy is a surgical opening made into the windpipe allowing for there to be secondary access to oxygen due to an obstruction in the individual’s upper airway or lungs. That week before Hannah’s surgery was so painful. I remember agreeing to have the…

One month. That’s the amount of time I lasted not being to hold my baby. Not being able to change her diaper. Not being able to bask in the precious moments of having a newborn. For the entirety of that month, her doctors would try to extubate her a number of times, and each time…

The morning of Hannah’s surgery, I recall the sun beaming through the windows of our hospital room and there being such an overwhelming sense of peace surrounding us. It was the kind of morning that puts you in a great mood. It’s exactly what I needed that morning because, despite the peace that surrounded me,…

Before we get into the events that led to Hannah not being able to breathe on her own, let’s take a step back. Before Hannah’s surgery, we spent about 2 weeks on the general floor of the children’s hospital after being transferred from the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. For those who don’t know, there is…

Everything about my discharge from the hospital seemed so unreal. Walking out of the hospital with a diaper bag that hadn’t been opened in two days. Looking back at the newly installed car seat with no baby inside of it. Worst of all? Opening the doors to our home empty-handed. When it comes to my…

Let me start off by saying unraveling some of these memories is still very fragile. I started this project primarily because it was something I felt led to do. Our journey has been hard, but God has been faithful. This post was long overdue mostly because it was hard to sit and reflect on every…

I couldn’t do it. Even realizing now that I let the idea run rampant in my mind for a short period makes me feel guilty at times. But, I’ve extended grace to myself. This section of the story is much harder to tell. Why you ask? Because it’s the part of our journey that impacted…