After the baby of my dreams was born, I thought it would be a good idea to re-evaluate the life I had spent living with an abnormality, to see if there was anything I could learn.
After all, this is what I had done before.
I had lived with my own birth defect, which made me very vulnerable to it.
It wasn’t until my husband and I were reunited after two years of trying to find a solution that I had finally come to the realization that I needed to get over it.
In the process, I discovered something new about myself, something that has changed my life forever.
It was something I had never known about myself before, something I was just so proud of, that I could never have done if it weren’t for the support of my husband.
We had been living together for a year before my birth.
I remember going to the doctor’s office one day after my first birthday, to have the ultrasound and seeing that I was pregnant again.
I was so happy.
It made me feel like I was finally at peace, finally getting to know myself.
I could finally feel happy.
I felt safe and at peace with myself.
At that point, I knew that my husband was right.
We were ready to finally get back to living my life, to making it a normal, happy, normal thing.
I needed my husband to tell me that this is not something that I can just walk away from.
This is something that will take time and work, and if I can’t do it, I can at least try and do it the right way.
I didn’t want to give up.
I wanted to keep trying.
I wasn’t going to quit.
I knew I could do it.
And in that moment, I was able to finally tell my husband that it wasn’t something that could just go away.
I did the best I could.
When I did finally get over my birth defect and finally start to make my way back into a normal life, I had a feeling that everything would work out just fine.
I found myself in a happy and normal life.
I began to have sex again.
That was the start of a beautiful relationship that was a lot more fulfilling than I could have ever imagined.
But that happiness did not last.
For the next year, I continued to struggle with the birth defect.
My husband was very supportive, but there was always one more thing that I couldn’t seem to get off my chest.
One more thing, that was the thing that had been keeping me from getting the help I needed for so long: my mother’s death.
That moment where my life was finally normal again came when I had my first child with my partner.
My baby girl was born on January 14, 2015.
For a year, the pain of the birth was a constant reminder of what I could still do, that what I was born with, and who I was, could still be changed.
The birth of my daughter changed my entire outlook on life.
It has been a roller coaster ride, and I am still not quite sure what I will do in the future, but I have learned a lot, both as a person and as a mother.
I am proud of my baby and how I have grown up with my birth problem, and that is what is most important to me.
I still have the birth defects of my parents, but my baby girl has also come with the issues of being born prematurely, and her development is not progressing as quickly as I would have liked.
As I get older, I know that my daughter will be able to be just as strong and capable as she is now, and with the help of her mother, she will have a much stronger future ahead of her.
The biggest thing that has helped me through this whole experience is my faith in God.
My faith has allowed me to see my birth defects as a blessing, not a curse, and it has given me a great sense of hope that things will work out for me in the end.
I believe that God has chosen me to be the one to get my life back on track, and as I continue to learn more about birth defects, I am sure that He will take good care of me and my baby, and not just because of the pain I’ve had.