A Mother is Born

When I rang my younger sister in England to tell her I was pregnant, her response was:
"Err... you don’t like kids!"

Well, alright, I suppose I should explain myself! I’m now a mother to three boys and an angel baby, and yes, this is my story.

Before Motherhood

Let’s go back a bit. I’m a sensory person—though back then, I didn’t fully understand what that meant. I was also a nursing student (and, if I’m honest, an overachiever in the art of socializing). Think of it as a dual degree: one in health care and the other in good times.

My sister’s remark wasn’t entirely off the mark. During our carefree weekends together, I struggled with raucous “child-ology” noises. High-pitched squeals? No thanks. Even now, as an adult, loud noises can send my poor sensory brain into overdrive. (Thanks for those neurodiverse genes, Dad!)

When I worked in critical care, it was in an adult unit—a controlled, serious environment. But when a critically ill infant or child was transferred to us, I was suddenly out of my depth. Tiny people, teeny tubes, and ventilators terrified me. I often begged the doctor, "Bring the baby here if you must, but you don’t get to leave. You go to the bathroom? Me, the baby, and the ventilator are coming with you!"

Late Bloomer Mom

Fast forward a few years, and I met my husband. At 35, I found myself labeled as having a “geriatric pregnancy.” Excuse me, geriatric? Thanks for that little confidence boost, science. But hey, I was a late bloomer, and I owned it.

Our first pregnancy ended in miscarriage. It was devastating, and honestly, I didn’t give myself enough time to grieve. A month later, I was pregnant again. Terrifyingly, this time, it was with identical twins. Yep, life had decided to make things very interesting.

Premature Twins and Survival Mode

In full dramatic fashion (because why not?), my twins decided to make their entrance into the world at just 29 weeks gestation—a full 11 weeks premature. As a nurse, I understood every risk, every statistic, every terrifying possibility. Let me tell you, it’s worse when you know too much.

The neonatal ICU became our new home. We finally brought them home four days before their due date, and the next 12 months? Complete and utter survival mode. My ICU nurse instincts kicked in—I charted every feed, every nap, every milestone like a woman possessed. To this day, I have no idea how we got through it, but somehow, we did.

And to all those “experts” who told us that parents of multiples are more likely to divorce? Blows raspberries. Not us, thank you very much.

3 Under 3 (What Were We Thinking?)

Apparently, we didn’t learn our lesson. When the twins were two, we welcomed another baby. So, there I was: three kids under three years old. My poor sensory brain was stretched to its limit.

But amidst the chaos, I found purpose. I became a Playcentre supervisor, studied early childhood education, and sporadically worked as a nurse to maintain my registration. Eventually, when the kids were a bit older, I dusted off my big girl pants, threw myself back into nursing, and even took on post-graduate study (facepalm).

Finding My Calling

Then something unexpected happened. The local community baby nurse where we lived was retiring, and an opportunity opened up. Me—the once “allergic to little people” nurse—was now stepping into a role that involved supporting babies, toddlers, and their families.

It was a complete shift in direction, but one that felt strangely right. Looking back, I never would have imagined this path for myself, but here I am—proof that life has a way of surprising you.

A Mother Is Born

Becoming a mother changes you in ways you can’t predict. It breaks you open, stretches your limits, and rewires who you are. I didn’t think I was the “motherly” type, but through the messy, loud, beautiful chaos, I discovered strength, resilience, and a capacity for love I never knew I had.

Never saw that Coming!

Your Journey Matters

If you’ve ever felt overwhelmed by the noise, the chaos, or the weight of motherhood, know that you’re not alone. Every parent’s journey is unique, and sometimes, it helps to have someone walk beside you.

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