Years ago (more than I care to share), as a teenager I was told I would be unable to conceive. Staying pregnant was not a foreseen problem. Getting pregnant was.
I have always wanted nothing more than to be a mother. Being told that the one thing I really wanted to do with my life was not a possibility, was devastating.
I was as heartbroken as any emotional teenager would be. Over the years, I continued to talk to my doctors, and they all reaffirmed this detrimental diagnosis.
I went into this marriage completely honest with my husband–we would never get pregnant. We knew 100% it wasn’t going to happen–after all, every doctor I had ever talked to about the issue had confirmed this without a doubt.
I had accepted it and so had my husband from day one. But when we decided to get married, we talked about it anyway. You see, when you enter a courtship, you do so because you are ready to become a wife, and he is ready to become a husband, and you are evaluating each other from day one to see if you are right for each other.
Then, the day we entered our engagement, we decided that even though we were told we had no chance to conceive, we were trying and praying from day one of our marriage.
Courtship meant we were ready for marriage. Engagement meant we were committed to each other. Marriage meant we were ready to be parents.
I’m going to be perfectly honest with you, we never expected to get pregnant. Then one day we found out we were. You can image our complete shock, and joy.
When I went into labor at 8 months, I was told to prepare for the worst and pray. Twenty four hours later, I held a perfectly healthy, vigorous 8 pound baby. All the odds were against us, and God gave us the unthinkable. When my first Mother’s Day came around I cried most of the day completely humbled that the Lord would gift me this baby.
And then when my babe was 9 months old, we found out I was pregnant again. I can’t express to you how humbled we were. But this time, I went into labor at 5 months along. The doctors were able to stop it. But a week later, it happened again. Three times it happened. The third time as I approached 6 months pregnant, the doctor (who was a colleague and dear friend) told me to prepare for the worst.
He informed me that if it happened again, there was nothing he could do and my only hope was to drive the additional 60 miles to the next nearest hospital where they had an NICU and a life-flight crew. I understood what he meant. And that night I went into labor. We made the drive.
They rushed me in, and without so much as an IV the doctor informed me I would be pushing within the next half hour. Grieving for the child I had not yet lost, I screamed at the top of my lungs “No! The Lord is my physician! He allowed me to conceive when the world said I couldn’t–and if He wanted me to have this baby, then He will save it!”
They didn’t do many natural births there, and I think I scared them a bit. With my contractions 7 minutes apart, dilated to a 6 I kicked them all out and said my husband and I needed 5 minutes to pray.
They left and it was then we realized they weren’t the help we needed. We began to pray and beg God to move. Then the delivery and NICU team all came back in. Only I never had another contraction.
Not even one.
For 48 hours they kept me there with a 1:1 nurse watching over me.
I was finally able to go home. I kept that baby in until I was 8 months along. And then she came at 5 pounds. She wasn’t as healthy as the first–and even caught the Chicken Pox when she was a mere 2 weeks old.
That next Mother’s Day I spent (again) in tears of absolute humility cherishing my babies–babies that defied all modern science kept telling me. And when she was 11 months old, I found out I was pregnant again.
I’m not going to bore you with the details of all my children–or the very rough pregnancies I had with all of them–or the details of every early birth.
But what I can tell you is how much Mother’s Day means to me. And I know if you are a mother, or if you still have your mother, it probably means a whole lot to you too.
Perhaps it is because I lost my mother, or because I really believed I would never be a mother–but it’s all I can do to get through one without crying all day. And I vow to make it my celebration of being a mother with each and every child I have.
This year, the beautiful people at Vessel Scents of Style (affiliate link) are a part of the celebration of my second child–the daughter in this story. For Mother’s Day, we received matching bracelets. I can’t tell you enough how impressed I am with them.
Our bracelets came with matching hearts. We each got a birthstone, and a charm as well. But these aren’t your ordinary bracelets. The hearts open up and are filled with ScentSpheres. Our matching jewelry was not only beautiful, but it also smelled amazing.
You can choose from a large variety of pendants and colored spheres, as well as a variety of scents. If you prefer to use essential oils, all of the spheres are available unscented as well. Each set of spheres comes in it’s own small jar to keep it fresh, and also to keep aromas from becoming overwhelming.
The details: we each got an Alexa bracelet, the small heart locket, and our own birthstones. We also got the heart & key charm, as well as the butterfly charm. We received 6 different colors of spheres with the following scents: Cucumber Green Tea, Summer Citrus, Vanilla Orchard, Autumn Spice, Flirty Fruity (surprisingly my favorite), and Berry Kisses (my daughter’s favorite).
Because these bracelets are our celebration of each other and the special bond we have with one another, we knew we would wear them much more often than just on Mother’s Day. I get a bit sentimental each time we do. We only wear them at the same time, not individually–her idea–to remind us how blessed we are to be celebrating something that by all the rules shouldn’t be.
The lockets clip on and come off easily. They have to be off in order to open and put the ScentSpheres in so they can’t spill when you’re wearing them. We take turns wearing the charms and trading back and forth.
In full disclosure, I also got the 18″ Jenne Chain (necklace) with the large cross pendant (see picture here). I have worn it every Sunday with a different scent (and a few weekdays too). I’m so in love with it.
When I saw these on the Vessel Scents of Style page, I wondered how well they would hold up and last. I can tell you that we have been wearing ours since February and they have no scratches and show no wear that I can notice. We are wearing them several times a week, and we put the ScentSpheres in their jars when we aren’t wearing them. So far all the scents still smell like new two months later.
To be able to celebrate each of my children in a unique way for Mother’s Day means a lot to me. Reviewing these bracelets (and necklace) from Vessel Scents of Style has meant so much to me. All three of these pieces will be worn for years to come.
I cannot think of any other Mother’s Day gift with this daughter that would have meant more to me (and she was pretty excited too).
Do you celebrate Mother’s Day with each individual child, or all together? If you have daughters, or you are a daughter whose mother is still around, I would highly encourage you to think about these beautiful aromatic jewelry pieces as a gift for Mother’s Day (or even a birthday). They are perfect for women of all ages (except the very young child).
I do not do many reviews on this site, but as soon as I saw these, I knew right away I wanted them to celebrate this daughter. And I knew I had to share them with you.
If you aren’t sure what to do to celebrate this year, head on over and give them a look. Perhaps you already have a bracelet or chain they would fit on? Perhaps matching pendants would make your mother feel very special this year?
Have you checked out Vessel Scents of Style yet? Leave me a comment telling me what your favorite color, scents, and/or locket is.
Not into jewelry? That’s okay too. Feel free to tell me how you celebrate Mother’s Day. I’d love to hear it and be encouraged by your story.