I was born in the late 80’s to a couple whose happiness together was short lived. I grew up in 2 different places, with different rules, different people and as much as they each wanted stability for me, it was hard to grasp because they were both such different worlds. The only constant was my older sister, who was a great constant parent but being merely 2 years older, it was not her job.

While everyone was dreaming of what they wanted be when they grew up, I knew that all I wanted was to mother children. I didn’t have to birth them just, mother the heck out of them. Shower them with love, discipline, and most of all stability. Not that I wanted to be a stay at home mom. I wanted a job but not something that I would have to take home or spend more than 40 hrs a week away from home doing.

Into my teens, I felt like I was never going to be with “the one”. So I decided early that I would mother kids that needed to be loved, adoption was my goal. Then my husband came barreling into my life, with his own views on family. So we both compromised, a couple of kids of our own then some that comes to us from other parents.

We married July 31st, 2015 and we decided we were going to have babies right away. Yet, that turned out a lot more difficult than we thought it would be. (continued…)