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My motherhood journey began just one month after our wedding and one week after our honeymoon — with a faint line on a pregnancy test and a heart full of excitement.

That first pregnancy was a dream: no morning sickness, just growing anticipation and a growing belly. My husband was all in from day one — the crib was built, the nursery pain

My motherhood journey began just one month after our wedding and one week after our honeymoon — with a faint line on a pregnancy test and a heart full of excitement.

That first pregnancy was a dream: no morning sickness, just growing anticipation and a growing belly. My husband was all in from day one — the crib was built, the nursery painted, and he never missed a single appointment. We soaked in every milestone together, counting down the days to meet our little boy, named proudly in honour of the generations before him.

My second pregnancy, two years later, looked very different. The world was shifting — the pandemic had just begun, and everything suddenly felt uncertain. I went to every appointment alone. There were long stretches of anxiety, not knowing if my husband would be allowed in the delivery room, or what hospital rules would change by the week.

But through the nerves, the distance, and the masked-up milestones, both pregnancies ended the same way — with two beautiful, baby boys in our arms and hearts full of gratitude.

Describing the birth of my first child isn’t easy — it was a long, grueling 65-hour labor that ended in an emergency c-section. I was physically drained, but the moment I met my son, none of that mattered. I spent the entire first night just staring at him in awe, completely overwhelmed by love.

But joy quickly turned to fear. By the next 

Describing the birth of my first child isn’t easy — it was a long, grueling 65-hour labor that ended in an emergency c-section. I was physically drained, but the moment I met my son, none of that mattered. I spent the entire first night just staring at him in awe, completely overwhelmed by love.

But joy quickly turned to fear. By the next day, he began having seizures — something I had to fight to have taken seriously, as they were first dismissed as hiccups. After hours of uncertainty, we were transferred to the NICU and then to a children’s hospital. There, we learned our son had suffered a stroke during birth.

Months later, before he turned a year old, he was officially diagnosed with cerebral palsy.

That news brought grief, fear, and a million unknowns. But it also lit a fire in us — and in him. With early intervention, loving support, and more strength than I knew a toddler capable of, we’ve watched him grow into a thriving 5-year-old who is absolutely rocking kindergarten. He’s smart, silly, social, and endlessly curious — loving learning, life, and every adventure ahead of him.

The arrival of our youngest couldn’t have been more different from his big brother’s birth. Conceived during the height of the pandemic — our little “quarantini” — he came into our lives at a time when the world felt uncertain, and my anxiety was running high. I spent most of the pregnancy waiting for something to go wrong... but for once

The arrival of our youngest couldn’t have been more different from his big brother’s birth. Conceived during the height of the pandemic — our little “quarantini” — he came into our lives at a time when the world felt uncertain, and my anxiety was running high. I spent most of the pregnancy waiting for something to go wrong... but for once, everything went right.

His birth was a scheduled c-section, calm and exactly as planned. The moment he arrived, the room was filled with joy and laughter — a healing contrast to what we’d been through before. We were even discharged the very next day, and from the moment we got home, he fit in like he’d always been there. Nursing was smooth, sleep came easy, and big brother was instantly smitten.

Now, at three years old, he’s my happy, healthy, hilarious little shadow — a total mama’s boy with a mischievous streak and a laugh that lights up the room. He idolizes his big brother, copies everything he does, and watching the two of them play, giggle, and grow together is something I’ll never take for granted.

They say having two kids is double the chaos — and maybe that’s true. But it’s also double the magic.