Life’s dissapointments

This post is a little late, I’m aware. I couldn’t find the right words to express my feelings. As most of you may have guessed by now, I am not pregnant. I was so ready, and secretly a little excited already as well.

It’s weird when I got my period I was so incredibly disappointed, but weirdly enough I got over that fairly quickly and got excited for the next time. I was somehow able to hold on to the hope and the feeling that this is my path and therefore it will happen. However, the disappointment was quickly replaced by a sense of loneliness and the feeling I have lost something. It’s weird; I haven’t felt this kind of loneliness and longing for something I’ve lost for a very long time.

But I’m working hard on trying again and getting the means to do so. I am going to be a mom, somehow! And you know what, I’m going to be a great one too!!

OMG… The suspense is killing me!

First of all, let me apologize for the ridiculous radio silence over the last few months. For some reason, I had a complete writers’ block this summer! The heat messed with my head I guess. I dunno…

I have an emotion to share with you guys and I hope you will feel the suspense as well. So, I did my first insemination 8 days ago. AAAAAAAGH! I’m so nervous about the result! I will do an entire post on the specifics of home inseminations, but for now, I just had to share my nervousness. I can’t wait until I can do the pregnancy test! I picked the 30th of October with my birth partner to make sure I get an accurate result. Seriously, guys, I can’t wait!

I wish I could put into words how badly I want this, how devastated I will be if it says I’m not pregnant, how I will hate the costs of the inseminations at that point. You see, I don’t have the money for a second try. So it will take me at least a year to save up such a huge amount. Sometimes I honestly believe life gives me whatever I need when I need it, but since I am not seeing any other viable options at this point, it’s really hard for me to keep the faith. 

But on the other hand, maybe I’m being unnecessarily pessimistic and maybe I am pregnant… I’m having sore boobs, a really awful feeling in my stomach, lost my appetite for my staple foods and have mood swings like a teenager in puberty. What do you guys think? Am I pregnant!? tell me in the comments…

Baby fever!

What makes a person want to become a parent? Are we born with the urge to reproduce or do we have some control over it? Is it different for men than it is for women? Why do some people get “baby fever” while others are perfectly fine without ever having children?

While these questions are certainly interesting, I wouldn’t want to speculate by answering them. Some women will have difficulty articulating why they want to become a parent. “I’ve wanted children forever.” is something many of us say when asked why we want children. The idea of not having children is so foreign to the people that give that answer. They believe their life would be empty, always having a void to fill without children. One thing is for sure, that does not apply to me. As a little girl, I would always say I didn’t want to be a parent. I always thought I wouldn’t be a good mother. I didn’t want any children and I persistently held on to that opinion until I moved out of my parents’ house about 5 years ago. 

If someone were to ask me now, why I so desperately want to be a mom, and why I am so sure being a single parent is what I want to do, I have to give multiple reasons. Some big, some small, but all those reasons play a part in every aspect and layer of this decision. About 99% of the choice is for the reason that I want to educate and influence the next generation, I want to transfer and continue my view on this world. I want my child(ren) to make this world a better place like I try to do every day. I want to teach them morals and respect in the way I see it. The other 1% of the decision is because I want to show everyone there is another way of parenting. And that I, a wheelchair using 23 year old can do it. I can take care of a child. I can do it. I can be a great, awesome, loving parent.

Honestly, I can feel it in every fiber of my being. I am ready and I can do it like I do everything else I’m passionate about in this life I will give parenthood 200% of me. I will give it my all and like all the other passionate decisions I made, I will be great at it. It will be hard, it will be tiring and it will be challenging, I am absolutely sure I will have to push myself mentally and emotionally but it will be worth it. It will be the best and worst time of my life and I will love it. I am ready!

Because my life looks a little different than most single parent life’s I wanted to document and share my experiences to give people an insight in a different way of life and broaden people’s perspective on what I am capable of. So please, enjoy this journey with me. I can promise you it will never be boring! until next time!   ~ Aura

The bold type

Starting next month, I want to make you all part of my journey towards motherhood. So, to start off with, I would like to introduce you to the outrageous person that is me.

 

“You are not your mother, your father, your history, or cultural influences. 

you are uniquely and originally you.

Be bold and daring and fearless and unconventional.

Be willing to use your voice in service of your soul.

Go on. Rock that damn boat

The wave you create might just change the world…”

~ Cheryl Richardson

 

I don’t think I have to tell you my name since it’s splattered all over this blog but to be sure, my name is Aura. I live in the Netherlands in a beautiful two bedroom, wheelchair accessible home with my service dog Aki. I am currently 23 years old and live by the idea that my wheelchair should adapt to my life and not the other way around. So I tend to make choices that are regarded as bold. With my service dog, I chose a breed that has never been used for this purpose before. When I moved out of my parent’s house, I decided to go live somewhere far away from my parents. Living on my own I chose to live a vegan lifestyle. Some of you may wonder if I’m just being difficult for the sake of it. To answer your silent question: no I most certainly am not! I love my life. I am aware it isn’t the path of least resistance. It is the path with the highest reward. I try to live every day in such a way that I never have regrets. Everything I do, I go for with everything I have, win or lose I will know I fought my hardest to reach those lofty goals.

Huge dreams, the long shot, I always go for the long shot. I mean the bigger the risk the higher the rewards, right? So, here we go. On the road to my biggest dream ever, the hardest road I ever traveled, the road to motherhood… And yes, you figured that out perfectly, I am single. So, I choose to become a single mother. I will be a single mother by choice. 

This choice was definitely not made overnight. It took me years, first I had a hard time letting go of the dream of the so-called “perfect family”. The idea formed because I knew I wanted to be a mom more than anything when I finally found what I wanted to do with my life. So I passionately started dating, desperately trying to find a partner to form that “perfect family” with. As you might guess, that didn’t work out so well. Lots of heartache later, I decided I didn’t want to be depended on anyone for my happiness. I tried adoption, called the local adoption agency and was discouraged in such an extremely negative way because of my age, single status and the wheelchair, which they were really negative about. I knew that convincing them I can be a good parent would be more than a long shot, It would be impossible. So, I decided this country isn’t ready for a single wheelchair using adopting mother and figured I could do foster-care…

However, I wanted a baby, an infant. Again with the long shot, right? Like with all the choices I make there’s an elaborate reasoning behind it. Single parenthood is hard. It is hard for everyone, almost impossibly hard for someone like me. So I figured a baby is born at a certain stage in its development for a reason, not only for the baby and the delivery but also to give the parents a doable learning curve in how to parent. In my opinion, I need that learning curve physically and emotionally more than anyone. And there’s another reason for the desire to get an infant in foster-care, I don’t know if I will ever be able to handle raising more than one child. So, If I’m only going to do this once I want the full journey. But I also really wanted to help a child. In my mind, there are already so many children without parents, the least I could do is give one a loving home. So, I went to the first mandatory meeting, I went by myself (and Aki of course) and people stared at me like I was an animal in a zoo. The hosts working for the agency treated me like I was a child with a cute infatuation. Because of all the research, I did (I have a slight obsession with being prepared) they didn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know. Even though I knew they weren’t taking me seriously,  they handed me the forms I needed to fill out at the end of the evening and I left. Excited as I was I filled in the forms the next morning and mailed them. My excitement was short-lived as I a person working for the foster-care agency called me to discuss my application. She said she saw I wanted an infant and that I was using a wheelchair in my daily life, she also said her colleague told her I am “severely disabled” so they were having a hard time with my application. I told her I don’t regard myself as being severely disabled and that she was being unfairly judgemental because she hadn’t even met me yet. The entire conversation was based on a huge prejudice but we decided to continue the discussion further at a later time and I ended the call. To make a long story short, the entire thing became a fight about me, about me right to become a parent, about their prejudices about my abilities. We lost sight of the most important thing, the child. So, a few weeks later when I decided to move house because I and my future child would have better living conditions and I had to start the process all over again with a different agency I chose to go a different route.

I had been playing with this idea for a while, complaining to my best friend that no government agency would question my ability to parent if I just got pregnant, she said: “you don’t need a guy to get pregnant.” and something just clicked. I had researched pregnancy before and it always got my adrenaline pumping. Also when I researched parenting styles and came to The Continuum Concept, everything fell into place for me. I came to the conclusion that I wanted to do parenthood the most natural minimalistic way. Breastfeeding, babywearing, elimination communication ánd a home birth. 

 

“Birth is not only about making babies.

Birth is about making mothers;

strong competent, capable mothers who trust themselves and know their inner strength.”

~ Barbara Katz Rothman

 

So, to conclude, I have decided I want to be a vegan, continuum concept, single wheelchair using mom by choice by a non-anonymous donor. And even though lots of people question my choices on this matter I’m determined to do it. I am sure that I can do it, without a doubt.

I am a woman of the bold type! Welcome to my journey…

 

“To me, freedom means having the power,

the inherent right,

the capacity and the ability to make choices that honor who I am.”

~ Iyanla Vanzant

 

Happy Father’s day!

Happy fathers day everyone!

It is a day that I am reminded to be thankful. Thankful for my dad ànd my mom. Because I have parents who support me, love me and cherish me, I am also reminded that there are many children out there that are alone. No dad, no moms who are also dads. That is a tragedy…

So even if you think you have no dad, you do! Whether you have a mom, who’s also your dad or two moms who are also dads or two dads celebrate this day! Be thankful for the fact that you have a family; it doesn’t matter what that family looks like or if you are family by blood. It is still something to cherish.

So to my family, my mom and dad who supported me through all the hard and challenging times, thank you! Thank you for making me such a resilient young woman, thank you for teaching me to be open-minded, accepting and without prejudice. It wasn’t always easy, but we made it. Thank you for the opportunity to outgrow you. Thank you for letting go and letting me choose my path.

And to my dad, thank you for showing me what a good husband looks like. Thank you for showing me I am worthy of a man’s love. Thank you for showing me what a great dad looks like.

To my mom, thank you for showing me what a genuinely confident, independent woman looks like. Thank you, for being my role model. Thank you for showing me I am also worthy of a woman’s love. Thank you for showing me a breathtaking partnership.

🌈For pride month, let’s all let go of the notion of a perfect family. An ideal family looks different for everyone. Anyone can form a family because love is what makes a family. 🌈

Our Pride Month

It’s June! It’s Pride month. I am currently way behind on blogging. I am way behind in every aspect of my life. I lost my inspiration these last few weeks, but even without proper inspiration, I felt it is necessary for me to address pride month. 

Let me be honest here, I adore everything and anyone that is part of the LBGTQ community! I think everyone should just be more accepting towards the things they see as different than themselves. I mean seriously, do you know how many people say “no, I’m not homophobic, I just don’t want them to be all up in my face about it.” or “No, I don’t mind homosexuals or lesbians, but I do think bisexual people are just faking it.” Sorry!, I’ll stop ranting now. 

I’ve talked about bisexuality on this blog before, so today I want to address transsexuality and transgenderism. I often wonder why there is so much confusion under the cisgender population about genderfluidity and transgenderism. I don’t understand why it matters to anyone but the person in question. I hear so many stories on all media outlets about transgender people being assaulted or bullied. I wonder why… I mean why are some people so offended by transgenders? If young men are harassing a transgender girl for wearing a skirt they are doing that because she is different. She does not fit into a box, so they want to shame her into a box simply because she is different, or at least that is what they want people to think. What they are actually doing is shoving themselves more firmly into the box they believe to be in. I mean, God forbid anyone would think they were different or not so firmly into that “normal, average, straight” box. I don’t blame these boys or girls, I gave a male example here, let us be clear that does not mean girls don’t bully, assault or harass transgenders. But I don’t blame them, it is just ignorance and insecurity they are suffering from. And furthermore, they often are a victim of a gender-specific upbringing. It is something that is thaught to children from the moment they are born, boys act in a certain way and girls act in a certain way. Boys don’t wear dresses, boys don’t wear skirts, and girls wear make-up and play with dolls. Furthermore, girls look beautiful or cute while boys look nice, tough, manly, or cool. Most of the time we don’t even comment on a young boy’s looks or clothes while we almost always do for girls. wether we do it consciously or unconsciously in creates a dived, differences and boxes we should get rid of.

So, for pride month, I call for change. I call for a more genderneutral upbringing of the next generation. An upbringing and education that about all sorts of people, not just the ones that are regarded as normal. No one is normal because everyone is special, special but equal. So we should all teach that to the next generation, there are no boxes because everyone is unique! 

Labels are the opposite of understanding!

I had an interesting conversation with a friend a few days ago which reminded me of some frustrating points in the current general opinion.

In this day and age, sex seems to be very important for almost everyone, whether you are young, or old consciously or unconsciously most of us have strong opinions about sexuality. We think we have it all figured out. Society has created these perfect boxes, a typical mold in which every group of people gets their own and should fit in there perfectly. Why is that? Why are people so damn scared of anything or anyone that is different? Why do we feel this incredible urge to label people in the first place? Why is it important what label we can stick to a person? Homosexual, bisexual, transgender, asexual, heterosexual.. why can’t we all be sexual beings? Why can’t we evolve to accept that we fall in love not based on gender but based on beauty, personality, physical attraction and emotional connection?

I, myself have a strong preference for men and may never have a relationship with a woman, but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t. Does this make me any less bisexual or any more heterosexual? I wouldn’t know. I think it makes me human. Because I am aware I could fall in love with a woman and am sometimes attracted to a woman should I know define myself as bisexual? Am I suddenly a different person? No, I’m still the same person. I’ve always known we are all bisexual in some way, most of us won’t even entertain the possibility and therefore shut it out, living half blind. Because I chose to accept it and consider the possibility am I now a completely different “kind” of human? And furthermore, because I know decide to speak up and broadcast my opinions and preferences does that suddenly make me bisexual? Why define it in the first place? Why does it even matter?

Let’s break the mold and stop trying to fit everyone into one. We are who we are, and no one is the same as either you or me, so how can we expect people to fit into a mold when we are all such unique beings!?