Today I celebrate Life. “For unto whomsoever much is given, of him shall be much required” -Luke 12:48. I tell my story not for pity but to educate and bring awareness to the voiceless. Black mothers in the US die at 3 to 4 times the rate of white mothers. The disparity between Black maternal mortality rate and white women is appalling. Bakari and I knew the statistics. By God’s grace, mercy, and favor, I am able to share my story.
Oh wow-what a milestone for us. 20 weeks today. We are past our halfway point and I can totally feel some changes in our babies. The twins are moving a lot more and they are stretching my uterine wall like crazy! The round ligament pain is kicking my butt! My doctors’ warned me that I… Continue reading
Our first trimeter seem to have flown by. I guess with all of the tests and doctor’s appointments, we stayed pretty busy. Luckily, I had no morning sickness and little complications. For me, the worst part was the anxiety of whether my body would hold these precious gifts and the painful progesterone shots in my… Continue reading
August 2015, I married the man of my dreams. God delivered everything that I had prayed for and more. I prayed for a man that would be patient, kind, generous, and loving. I wanted a man that would love my daughter, Kai, just as much as he loved me. Seven years earlier, I met Bakari… Continue reading