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Motherhood with a stoma | by Angelina<\/h1>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n
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I gave birth and became a mother, and did it all with a stoma. If you\u2019re reading this, maybe you\u2019re facing that path too. I want you to know, it\u2019s possible, it\u2019s hard, it\u2019s beautiful, and yes, it\u2019s okay to be scared (I definitely was).<\/h4>\n\n\n
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Pregnancy recovery<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n

I gave birth and became a mother, and did it all with a stoma. If you\u2019re reading this, maybe you\u2019re facing that path too. I want you to know, it\u2019s possible, it\u2019s hard, it\u2019s beautiful, and yes, it\u2019s okay to be scared (I definitely was).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My pregnancy ended in a planned c-section due to prior abdominal surgeries, and I remember lying in that hospital bed, my body aching not just from birth, but from the weight of everything I\u2019d already endured. Chronic illness, stoma surgery, and now motherhood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The physical recovery felt different than what I\u2019d imagined or had been through before . My body had been through so much already, and now I was asking it to heal while also caring for a newborn. My abdominal muscles were weak, and changing my bag was a challenge (especially the day after my c-section). But over time, my body began to find its rhythm again, and I began to find my own routine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Daily life with a baby and a stoma<\/mark><\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n

No one really prepares you for the chaos of newborn life. Add a stoma, and it\u2019s another layer of planning, adapting, and learning. There were some hard moments, like trying to change a poo-nami while my bag decided to leak. Or feeding my baby while silently panicking about the fact that I had to go empty my bag before it leaked. But there were moments of triumph, too. Like holding my baby close and realising I could do this. I was doing this. Not despite my stoma – but with it, alongside it. My body was still mine. Still capable of care, nurture, and love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What helped me cope<\/strong><\/mark><\/h4>\n\n\n\n