Is this my first Mother’s Day? Yes. But no. Fiona made me a mother this year in the sense that I can physically hold her, comfort her and nurture her. I can respond to her cries, dry her tears and kiss her incredibly smooth cheeks. But this year I am really a mother five times over. What? Those two little babes gone too soon made me a mother in 2016. And let’s not forget my two spoiled rotten fur babies who made me a mother in 2013 and 2017. Mother’s Day has been painful for the last few years. Church was a place I came to avoid on Mother’s Day…

It was a gorgeous 74 degree sunny spring day in Kansas City.  We were scheduled for an 8pm induction at the hospital and I was determined to make the most of my day at home.  I took my exercise ball and some light weights outside and enjoyed soaking up some Vitamin D.  I felt very calm that day- praying and leaning on the bunches of good luck texts from loved ones. (Thanks everyone!) When Tony got home from work I prepped a light meal as instructed and we passed the time by rewatching some episodes of New Girl,   just the four of us.  At 5:45pm the hospital called and…