Stolen Minutes Allowed Me To Be a Mother, Despite the Statistics

Until stolen minutes were no longer enough.

Sandi Parsons
The Motherload

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The judgments started the moment I announced I was pregnant. They came from family and friends. They came from a place of fear and concern.

I can’t say I’m pleased.
You’re digging your own grave.
What a selfish thing to do.

My pregnancy progressed without incident, and when Jarryn was born, a collective sigh of relief descended. The end of my pregnancy seen as a sign that the Grim Reaper had strolled past without glancing sideways at me.

But I knew better.

In 1995 postnatal statistics indicated women with Cystic Fibrosis (CF) were unlikely to survive the toddler years. These statistics showed that looking after a child came with a cost. The cost of time. Time that was already in short supply with days already consumed with managing a complicated medical condition.

Statistics are numbers that don’t show everything. There is no chart to measure the connection between a mother and child. Numbers don’t understand emotions. Numbers can’t explain willpower or the territorial mothering instinct that ignited the moment I held my son for the first time. My urge to nurture and protect my son continued to grow, and it required an abundance of…

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Sandi Parsons
The Motherload

Sandi Parsons lives & breathes stories as a reader, writer, and storyteller📚 Kidlit specialist, dipping her toes in the big kid’s pool.