My Miracle (Part 2)

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When people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up—my answer was always “a mother”. I knew it was what I wanted and I always thought I was going to be a damn good one too.


After having my son, we knew we wanted more children but we were going to wait until our first child was older… Well… who knew that the old tale of --you can’t get pregnant while nursing – is a big ol’ lie!!


We were shocked, but overjoyed to find out that we were pregnant with our second child when our first was only six months old. Unsure of how to be a parent to two children was one thing- but two under two was a challenge I was willing to accept.


The pregnancy was a little rougher because I was still taking care of a baby while dealing with morning sickness at all times of the day and night, and as I progressed, it got more difficult to hold him but it wasn’t too bad. When we welcomed our beautiful little lady into the world in early Fall, we were so excited and so happy! She was healthy and we were (once again) on top of the world!


Yet again, the baby blues or undiagnosed postpartum depression set in very quickly. It was difficult for me. Thank God that I was able to nurse this child but it wasn’t the bond that I had been told it was from other people. In the moment, I was thinking something was wrong with me… why does everyone talk about breastfeeding as this special bond with your child? I had the same bond with my daughter as I did with my son (whom I exclusively pumped for). To me, nursing my baby was only about feeding her… giving her nutrients and feeding her for free.


The mornings were always the hardest for me… I would cry and cry forever in my bed--- just hoping someone else would come and take care of my children for a couple hours so I don’t have to get out of bed. These were emotions I NEVER understood… why was I feeling like this? I am blessed and happy to have these beautiful children. Why can’t I get my butt out of bed? Why is this so difficult?


You guys… there were even weeks that I would go without showering or doing anything to myself… yes, that is gross but I wasn’t myself… my hormones and emotions weren’t what I wanted them to be. I felt like I had no control over my life and someone else was controlling me.


Don’t get me wrong though, I did enjoy my babies… the cuddles… the small things… but deep down there were those rough times, those moments I knew were coming, those tears that have been shed multiple times.


Who knew being a mother was so hard!


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The sterile scent of hospitals, the hushed, hopeful whispers, and the gnawing fear that lives in every waiting room – these became the unwanted backdrop of my life. It wasn't a single event, but a relentless series of challenges that slowly, profoundly, reshaped my understanding of health and ultimately, my purpose.

It began with my own daughter's cancer diagnosis. The helplessness I felt was amplified a thousandfold. As we navigated her treatment, I scrutinized every aspect of her care, seeking not just survival, but thriving. I began to ask different questions, looking beyond the conventional to see how diet, lifestyle, and a holistic approach could support her body through the immense challenges she faced.

Then, the world tilted on its axis with my beloved father. His terminal cancer diagnosis was a crushing blow, an unyielding reality that traditional medicine, for all its marvels, couldn't alter. We watched, we hoped, we grieved. In the midst of that raw pain, a seed of curiosity took root: Was there more to healing than what we were being told?

My own body then sent a jarring message. I experienced a hemiplegic migraine, an terrifying event that starkly mimicked stroke-like symptoms. The sudden loss of function, the fear, the uncertainty – it was a profound wake-up call. It forced me to confront my own health, which I had unconsciously neglected while caring for others. It was in that moment of vulnerability that I truly understood the interconnectedness of mind, body, and spirit.

I realized then that I didn't just want to heal; I wanted to understand why we get sick and how to build true, resilient health from the ground up. I wanted to change the trajectory of my own life, and more importantly, my family's life, away from chronic illness and towards vibrant well-being.

This intense, personal journey ignited an unshakeable passion within me. I devoured knowledge, exploring functional nutrition, mind-body practices, and the profound impact of lifestyle on health. I became an integrative health practitioner because I couldn't keep this newfound understanding to myself. My deepest desire is to guide others through their own health challenges, to empower them with the knowledge and tools to create their own new beginnings, and to help them rewrite their family's health story, just as I've strived to do for my own. It's not just a profession; it's a calling born from love, loss, and a relentless hope for a healthier future for all.
 

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