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As a former educator, I approached motherhood with the same dedication I applied to my academic career. I aimed for excellence in parenting, just as I had as a student. When I discovered I was expecting, I dove headfirst into research, eager to learn everything I could about raising a child.
I found myself in the back of my local bookstore, surrounded by an array of parenting books—guides on sleep training, feeding schedules, and various parenting philosophies. I spent hours absorbing every piece of advice I could find, trying to navigate the conflicting methods until I settled on attachment parenting. This approach felt right to me, possibly because it contrasted sharply with my own upbringing. My mother left when I was just six, and my sisters and I were raised by our father.
Motherhood was a blank canvas for me, and I was determined to master it. Armed with my newfound knowledge, I swaddled, sang, and soothed my baby through her infancy. I cherished every moment, carrying my daughter close to my heart and enriching her world with books, music, and outdoor adventures. But everything changed when she turned two, and I fell ill.
“I just need a full night’s sleep,” I reassured my concerned partner, dismissing the strange pains in my body. My days and nights were consumed by my child, leaving little room for self-care. My daughter had been born prematurely, and from day one, I barely slept, managing only 45 minutes at a time. The demands of caring for a child who needed constant attention felt overwhelming, especially as my health deteriorated.
Eventually, my body could no longer be ignored. I found myself curled up in a fetal position, and my husband had to call for an ambulance. Two weeks later, after losing 24 pounds, I was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease. The doctors handed me a cocktail of medications and told me, “Let’s hope for remission; everyone’s journey is different.”
Confined to my bed for months, I turned to writing. Propped up with pillows, I typed on my laptop, crafting parenting articles for various magazines. To my surprise, editors were eager for my work. Writing became my lifeline, allowing me to stay connected to my identity as a mother, even while my husband took on the bulk of parenting duties.
For a year, I watched life unfold from the sidelines. I enjoyed our cuddles, but even that was sometimes too painful with an active toddler. Books became our primary means of connection. I read aloud to her, shared my writing, and created stories just for her. “Read the one about the zoo, Mommy!” she would cheerfully demand.
I wrote to inspire other mothers and to entertain my daughter. My health gradually improved, and one day, I watched as my daughter played with her aunt, lost in laughter. I questioned myself: Was it truly impossible for me to engage with her, or was I subconsciously holding back to avoid disappointment? After a year of pain and hospital visits, I realized that motherhood can be unpredictable and often painful.
Now, over a decade later, my daughters—now in their pre-teen and teenage years—snuggle beside me on the couch, reading their own stories aloud. There are days when that’s all I can manage: listening, reading, and sharing cuddles. Some weeks, they take care of me more than I can take care of them. I may not be the perfect parent I aspired to be, but in those quiet moments of connection, I’ve found that hugs and stories can fill the gaps.
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Summary
This blog post details the author’s journey of balancing motherhood and chronic illness, specifically Crohn’s disease. As a once enthusiastic mother, the struggle of being unable to physically parent her child led to a reevaluation of her identity and what it means to connect as a parent. Through writing, she found a way to maintain that connection, highlighting the importance of love, creativity, and resilience in parenting.