To the mama trying to conceive—don’t let social media get you down

I am here to tell you that you are not less than. You are not incomplete. You are not alone. And this is not the end of your story.

To the mama trying to conceive—don’t let social media get you down

You’re at work, avoiding your to-do list and wasting time on Facebook instead. You’re waiting in line at the grocery store, scrolling through your Instagram photos. And there it is—another pregnancy announcement splashed across your social media feed.

“OH BABY,” spelled out in silver mylar balloons. A half-eaten slice of pink or blue cake. Mom and dad’s sneakers in the background and tiny baby shoes positioned delicately in the foreground between them.

One more post in the seemingly endless litany of pregnancy announcements out there for all to see.

And in that split second it took for your eyes to scan across that screen, your heart drops. It hits you like a ton of bricks. Sometimes, it even takes your breath away.


Because for’s different. Things aren’t going as planned. There’s no happy news to shout from the social media rooftops.

Mama, I’ve been there, and I know how hard it is.

To the woman who holds that pregnancy test up to the window in the first morning light at every imaginable angle, month after month, squinting for a glimpse of even the faintest hint of a pink line—I’ve been you.

To the woman who knows the incomparable emptiness of enduring a miscarriage, or two, or three—I’ve been you.

To the woman who’s spent thousands of dollars on reproductive technology only to look down at the end of each cycle to see the familiar twinge of red streaked across the toilet paper—I’ve been you.

To the woman who has seen what feels like her tenth pregnancy announcement this month and is left wondering—how can something so natural, so effortless for seemingly every other woman, so innately human, be so unattainable for me? I’ve been you.

It feels like it’s never going to get easier, doesn’t it?

Like everyone around you is having the time of their lives at the party you weren’t invited to. You want to be happy for your newly pregnant friends, but seeing their news plastered across the screen of your phone is yet another reminder of what you don’t have, of what you so desperately want but can’t seem to achieve.

In a time when publicly sharing so much of our lives online with others can bring joy, it can also inadvertently bring others tremendous pain. It seems as though everyone around you is swimming in happiness, yet you are drowning in despair.

I’m not here to tell you it’s all going to turn out the way you pictured it. And I am not here to tell you that you don’t have every right to be angry and sad and to feel utterly and completely drained by all of it. Truthfully, there’s a portion of those feelings that may never really go away.

But I am here to tell you that you are not less than. You are not incomplete. You are not alone.

Your story matters, too, even though you may not feel like posting it on Facebook right now for all the world to read. And this is not the end.

Someday—maybe it’s one year from now, or maybe it’s five—you will find peace with your journey.

Peace may come in the form of a surrogate, or from an egg donor.

Peace may come in the adoption process, or in applying to be a foster parent.

Peace may come in having a beautiful only child, or in spending time with nieces and nephews.

Peace will come in accepting that life looks a little different than you originally pictured.

And you know what? That’s OK.

So maybe your journey isn’t the stuff that idyllic Facebook dreams are made of.

Maybe it’s not one that fits neatly within the confines of 140 characters, or can be glossed over by the lens of an Instagram filter.

But what it is is something so, so much more powerful than that—it’s who you are, and who you will become. It’s finding solace in the fact that you fought the good fight. It’s being defined not by what you don’t have, but by what you do—resiliency, grit, determination, resolve.

And I promise that wherever you end up will feel like it’s where you’ve been meant to be all along.

These are only the vitamins I give my children and here's why

It's hard to say who loves these more—my kids or me.

When I became a mama five years ago, I didn't put too much thought into whether my son was getting the right vitamins and minerals. From breastfeeding to steaming and pureeing his first bites of solid food, I was confident I was giving him everything to support his growth and development.

But then the toddler years—and the suddenly picky palate that accompanied them—came along. Between that challenge and two additional children in the mix… well, I knew my oldest son's eating plan was falling short in some vitamin and mineral categories.

I also knew how quickly he was growing, so I wanted to make sure he was getting the nutrients he needed (even on those days when he said "no, thank you" to any veggie I offered).

So when I discovered the new line of children's supplements from Nature's Way®, it felt like a serious weight off my chest. Thanks to supplements that support my children's musculoskeletal growth, their brain function, their immune systems, their eyes and more, I'm taken back to that simpler time when I was so confident my kids' vitamin needs were met.*

It wasn't just the variety of supplements offered by Nature's Way that won me over: As a vegetarian mama, I'm the picky one in the family when it comes to scanning labels and making sure they meet our standards. The trick is that most gummy vitamins are made with gelatin, which is not vegetarian friendly.

But just like the other offerings from Nature's Way that I've already come to know and love, the children's supplement line is held to a high standard. That means there's no high-fructose corn syrup, gelatin or common allergens to be found in the supplements. The best part? My two oldest kids ensure we never miss their daily vitamins—they are so in love with the gummy flavors, which include tropical fruit punch, lemonade and wild berry.

Nature's Way Kids Mulitvitamin

Meanwhile, my pharmacist husband has different criteria when evaluating supplements, especially when it comes to those for our kids. He appreciates the variety of options from Nature's Way, which gives us the ability to rotate the vitamins based on our kids' daily needs. By keeping various children's supplements from Nature's Way on hand, I can customize a regimen to suit my kids' individual requirements.

Of course, high-quality products often come at a higher price point. But (to my immense gratitude!) that isn't the case with Nature's Way, which retails for a competitive value when compared to the other items on the shelf.

Like all mamas, my chief concern is supporting my children's health in any way I can. While I see evidence of their growth every time I pack away clothes they've outgrown, I know there is much more growth that doesn't meet the eye. That's why, for my oldest son, I like stacking the Brain Builder gummy with the Growing Bones & Muscles gummy and the Happy & Healthy Multi. My 3-year-old also enjoys getting her own mix to include the Healthy Eyes gummy. And both of my older kids are quick to request the Tummy Soothe tablet when something isn't sitting right in their stomachs.* And I'll admit it: I've tried it myself and the berry blast flavor really is tasty!

Although my current phase of motherhood may not be as "simple" as it once was, there is so much to appreciate about it—like watching my kids play and sing and create with their incredible imaginations. Along the way, I've eased up on some of my need for control, but it does help to have this range of supplements in my motherhood tool kit. So while I may not be able to convince my son to try kale, having the Nature's Way supplements on hand means I do know he's right on track.*These statements have not been evaluated by the Food & Drug Administration. This product is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure or prevent any disease.

This article was sponsored by Nature's Way. Thank you for supporting the brands that support Motherly and mamas.

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