Hello! ❤ I hope you’re having a beautiful day. 🙂 I’ve been working on coming up with post ideas recently, and one topic I’ve wanted to write about for a long time are the different things the Lord has rescued me from. When I realized that I could incorporate this post idea into a new blog tag, that’s what I decided to do!
Hi guys! Happy Tuesday to you. ❤ The topic of today’s post is something I’ve never written about before (and this will probably be the last time, as well, haha!), and that is medical fears. I will be talking about how I used to feel as a child, and why I feel so much better about it now.
If I can be an encouragement to you – any readers that have medical fear/s, for most people have at least one! – then that is absolutely wonderful because I hope I can inspire you. I know how hard it is to feel better about something that causes us to be fearful, but I would love for you to hear me out – just take into consideration what I share here.
Thank you in advance for reading! I hope that you enjoy.
On Friday afternoon, I found out something that I’d really like to share with you guys!
My mom is going to have another baby. ❤
I wanted to write a post about this, not only to let you guys know, but also because … well … I have mixed feelings on it.
I wish I could say that I'm excited, and joyful, and really happy about this beautiful news … but because of some deep-rooted fears that I have, I feel way more worried than I do happy.
I'm scared that my mom will have to go through a lot of pain. When she had my little sister Elizabeth last summer, Elizabeth was born via c-section. It took my mom weeks to heal from that, and that time was hard on our whole family, especially me, as we did our best to take care of her and comfort her when she was hurting so much.
I'm scared that others will think we're weird. When people see big families, they tend to put them in a certain category, and that makes me feel so awkward.
I'm scared that others will think I'm a teen mom. I'm not usually the only one caring for Elizabeth when we're out and about, but when I do, people have gotten the wrong impression before. I love having younger siblings – especially babies! – but because I'm afraid of others' opinions, that has taken away my joy.
I'm looking forward to this baby. I can't wait to meet him or her … but that excitement is drowned out for the time being by the worries that are filling my heart.
It will take time to heal from how that hospital stay last June drained me. I'll have to write a post on that sometime soon. And it will take me time to learn that others' opinions aren't what matter. One day, I'll feel better about this, and over the next weeks and months, I will get to the point where I will eagerly anticipate the arrival of my new little sibling.
But for now … I am thinking things through. I am praying. I am giving myself room to heal.
Throughout my mom's pregnancy, I will be writing more posts about how I'm feeling, how her pregnancy with Elizabeth went, and other life updates. I would deeply appreciate all of your encouragement, support, and prayers.
Thank you so much for reading. ❤