Bonding Without Perfection

With Hudsons birthday and doing my daily post for May I have been thinking a lot of Hudsons whole story and I want to share a few pieces with you 

Pieces from the day he was born and his first few months. 

I didn’t get the golden hour.

No candlelit birth photos. No soft worship music. No perfect latch. No peaceful, dreamy start.

I didn’t get family in the waiting room. No one in the room holding my hand.  No exciting cheers when he was here. 

What I got was a hallway, a stretcher, and the wrong end of a miracle. 

For those that don’t know. I had Hudson without knowing I was pregnant, in a hallways, alone with an EMT, during COVID 

I got formula that didn’t work. Sleepless nights. Spit-up on every outfit. And guilt — not from God, but from the world’s idea of what motherhood should look like.

But here’s what I also got:

I got a baby who smiled at everything.

I got a boy who melted into fuzzy blankets and into my chest like he was made to fit there.

I got a daughter who laid beside her baby brother like it was her mission from birth to love him gently.

And she still does! 

And I got a God who never asked me to be perfect only present.

Motherhood doesn’t require milestones, Pinterest moments, or perfect feeding schedules to be real.

Sometimes it just requires showing up. Holding tight. And loving fiercely, even when nothing makes sense.

I should know this better than anyone.  

Because bonding isn’t built in quiet hospital rooms with clean sheets.

It’s built in messy living rooms, at 3am, in tear-stained sweatshirts, with holy exhaustion and a heart full of just enough.

The Bible says:

“As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you.” – Isaiah 66:13

So even though I didn’t get the “Pinterest Pregnancy” 

I got something better. 

A Story of Hope and Success 

A Best friend relationship in my daughter and son 

A Miracle that never stops surprising me.