{"id":69534,"date":"2025-07-28T04:26:49","date_gmt":"2025-07-28T04:26:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/?p=69534"},"modified":"2025-07-28T04:26:49","modified_gmt":"2025-07-28T04:26:49","slug":"surviving-motherhood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/?p=69534","title":{"rendered":"Surviving Motherhood"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"358\" height=\"435\" src=\"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/image-155.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-69535\" srcset=\"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/image-155.png 358w, https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/image-155-247x300.png 247w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 358px) 100vw, 358px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>I was eight months pregnant, tired from the weight of it all, when I stepped onto the tram. The moment I sat down, a woman stepped in, holding a baby in one arm and a large bag in the other. She looked exhausted, worn down by the daily grind. No one made room for her, so I stood up and offered her my seat. She gave me a strange glance, but I didn\u2019t think much of it at the time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When she got off, I felt something wet slip into my bag. My heart dropped as I pulled it out\u2014 it was a pacifier, cracked and chewed, with a note folded around it. The note read: \u201cDon\u2019t be a hero. No one claps for mothers falling apart.\u201d The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I didn\u2019t know how to feel. Was it a warning, an act of kindness, or a judgment?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As I stared at the pacifier in my hand, I realized something profound. This woman didn\u2019t see a fellow mother offering a seat; she saw someone heading toward the same breaking point she had faced. She wasn\u2019t trying to be cruel, but trying to warn me\u2014 motherhood wasn\u2019t about proving strength. It was about surviving the days that felt like they would never end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/?p=69485\">ALSO READ&#8230;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was eight months pregnant, tired from the weight of it all, when I stepped onto the tram. The moment I sat down, a woman stepped in,&#8230; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":69535,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69534"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=69534"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69534\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":69536,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69534\/revisions\/69536"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/69535"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=69534"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=69534"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=69534"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}