My mommy is a superhero.
I am 25 years old, and I still look to my mommy to save the day—and yes, I do still call her “mommy.” My mommy and many other mommies throughout the world are some of the mightiest beings on the planet, possessing some of the greatest powers known to man.
I’ve seen my mommy conquer just about everything. Watching her defeat all the bad guys and save the day before my bedtime so many times, I knew my mommy was unstoppable. No matter what enemy she faced or evil plot she had to vanquish, I knew that my mommy would prevail.
Then, my mommy met her kryptonite.
When I was about 4 or 5 years old, my mommy was in the hospital and was there for a fairly long time. I wasn’t sure of what was happening, but from the few moments I can remember, my superhero had come close to falling. She had tubes connected to her body from various machines; when she talked, most of the time she coughed up blood, so she usually used a notepad to talk to us; the medicines they were giving her had her so weak and dreary, she could barely stay awake.
At that age, I knew something was wrong, even though I didn’t know what was wrong. She was pushed and challenged, but this kryptonite couldn’t beat MY mommy. She was the almighty mommy—my almighty mommy.
As a child, I was frightened, but in the back of my mind I knew my mommy wasn’t going to leave me. She still had to help me develop my superpowers and stop the scary monsters from attacking me from under my bed.
As I got older, I was still having faint memories of my mommy in the hospital. And now that I had been trained and ready to take on the bad guys by myself, I was ready to solve a mystery of my own: what was that kryptonite that almost defeated my mommy?
The almighty mommy was almost taken down by the Ectopic Pregnancy.
Even up until this day, my mommy always called me her “miracle child.” Of course, I was flattered—and loved not having to share her—but I never asked why I was her miracle child. Now typically, when something or someone is called a miracle, that means the odds were stacked against them or it and the result was uncertain and unlikely to happen. As it turned out—because of my mommy’s condition—it is a miracle that I happened.
This was a kryptonite that my mommy didn’t really talk about for a very long time, but, she also couldn’t talk about it because she didn’t truly know her condition. Because she had me and I turned out healthy—and amazing—she didn’t know that I would be her one and only.
Because she was my superhero, she didn’t want to share any weaknesses with me. I worry so much—and so easily—so I know that hiding her weakness was for my protection.
Of course, she didn’t keep her secret from me for too long
As my powers developed and blossomed, my mommy shared her weakness with me and the rest of the world. One day, my mommy sat me down and told me that her and her fiancé wanted to have a child together and that she became pregnant in November 2013. However, not too long after finding out she was pregnant, she started experiencing unimaginable pain in her pelvic area and soon began losing a lot of blood. Eventually, she lost the baby. At first, my mommy just saw this as a miscarriage and didn’t think too much into it, until she became pregnant again. This time, the pain was even worse, and she still wasn’t able to carry the baby.
This time, she paid a visit to the doctor. After a few tests, my mommy discovered that her reason for losing both babies was due to an ectopic pregnancy.
An ectopic pregnancy happens “…when the fertilized egg attaches itself in a place other than inside the uterus; almost all ectopic pregnancies occur in the fallopian tube and are thus sometimes called tubal pregnancies. The fallopian tubes are not designed to hold a growing embryo; thus, the fertilized egg in a tubal pregnancy cannot develop properly and must be treated.”
Indeed, I was her miracle child. Who knows how my mommy’s body could carry me, birth me and not take her life at the same time; I truly thank God for that. Learning about her kryptonite not only further clarified her superhero status but made me appreciate her even more.
My almighty mommy, facing the toughest villain of all: herself. Not only was her body damaged, but her heart was as well; but, she didn’t let it stop her.
Though saddened that she would never be able to conceive a child again, she took this diagnosis and used it to help other women who have experienced the same or similar complications as her. She didn’t let it hinder her or halt her from life, rather, she used it to breathe life into others.
This was scary and one of her toughest battles, but as I said, my mommy prevails through it all.
Again, she proved just how almighty she truly is.