Fairies, Princesses, and Mermaids... Oh my!

Updated: May 15

What is it about fantasy lands and stories of adventure that make your imagination sore to new heights? Meet my middle daughter. She will be 6 at the beginning of summer and she has the most amazing imagination that I have seen in a child.


To help protect all of my children, I will not refer to them by their given names, just as I refer to myself by my chosen witch name instead of my given name. For this daughter, I will refer to her as Willow.

Willow is my fairy loving empath child. She feels everything deeply and wears her heart on her sleeve. She is kind and compassionate and truly cares deeply about how others feel. She loves anything glittery and is the embodiment of a fairytale princess.


My labor and delivery with Willow was drawn out and fast at the same time. She waited until 2 days after her due date to make her grand entry into this world. I had started to progress early on with her and was 3 cm dilated at my 39 week appointment. My doctor did a membrane sweep to help speed things along and I ended up having several moments of strong contractions that lead me to believe I was in labor but they ended up just being Braxton Hicks. At my 40 week appointment my doctor asked if I wanted to be induced. I agreed and it was scheduled for the following morning at 8 am. Well, at 4am I woke to labor pains. As I was scheduled to be at the hospital at 8 am anyway, I called them and told them that I would be in, but induction wouldn't be necessary. We got to the hospital I labored there until I was progressed enough that they could break my water.


Willow was born at 11:11 am with her cord wrapped around her neck. She was so blue she was purple and my mother feared that she wouldn't make it. The doctors were amazing and I never suspected a thing. They just told me to push when they told me as opposed to when I felt the urge. As soon as the cord was removed from around her neck she screamed. She ended up scoring an 8 on her first APGAR and a 9 on the second evaluation. Today as you can see, shows no evidence of her traumatic entry.


I was able to breastfeed and pump/bottle feed her until she was about 5 months old. I went back to work when she was roughly 8 weeks old and my supply after a while couldn't keep up with her demand. I ended up switching her to formula slowly, still giving her as much breastmilk as I could until I completely dried out.


After she was born, I started noticing that her relationship with her father was almost nonexistent and that I myself was not happy in my marriage. I felt like I wasn't a partner, but the sole caregiver and provider and that my husband was just a roommate that I shared a room with. I began to resent and despise my life and what it had become.


I ended up giving my now ex-husband an ultimatum. Either he left, or I did and I was taking the children with me since he wasn't caring for them as a father should. It was one of the darkest times in my life (right next to my post-partum depression with my youngest) but ended up being one of the best things to happen to me. Because of the situation being what it was, I ended up falling in love with my current boyfriend, who helped me through this trying time. He helped me so much with Willow that she grew extremely close to him and it was amazing to see their bond and her love.

His love helped make her the strong willed, compassionate, and fun loving little girl that she is today. I will forever be grateful for him!


Blessed Be!

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