Actress Bethany C. Meyers HD Instagram Photos and Wallpapers May 2024

I like to think I do a pretty good job of keeping it real on here but sometimes I post happy carousels of photos like this and I wonder if it’s misleading. Not that every post needs to be a reminder that sorrow is synonymous with joy and instagram is only a teensy snippet of life, but it’s just so easy to look at our online follows and compare lives. It’s not often we reach for our phone to “capture the moment” when we are having a fight about sippy cups with our significant other. And it’s unlikely anyone wants to document the tears they’re shedding about just how hard the transition into motherhood is as they grieve the friendships, time and self lost. And of course, we take photos of the cute restaurant moments but not photos of the fact that we currently eat a lot of meals alone as the other caregiver walks our high-chair-refusing toddler around the restaurant. So later we scroll our videos and photos and memories with a smile bc that’s what artifacts we have. And then we post our weekend recaps and remember the good times because at the end of the day they really are good times. But sometimes I look at other people and think wow their baby eats every single meal with a smile. And wow those two must never argue. And wow she’s so great at being a mother to three kids why do I struggle with just one?? So as I post this recap of what my memory will tell me was the most perfect birthday weekend with my family I could have ever imagined – it was after all – I also share that all good times are sprinkled with tough times no matter how good your instagram post looks. 🙂

I like to think I do a pretty good job of keeping it real on here but sometimes I post happy carousels of photos like this and I wonder if it’s misleading. Not that every post needs to be a reminder that sorrow is synonymous with joy and instagram is only a teensy snippet of life, but it’s just so easy to look at our online follows and compare lives. It’s not often we reach for our phone to “capture the moment” when we are having a fight about sippy cups with our significant other. And it’s unlikely anyone wants to document the tears they’re shedding about just how hard the transition into motherhood is as they grieve the friendships, time and self lost. And of course, we take photos of the cute restaurant moments but not photos of the fact that we currently eat a lot of meals alone as the other caregiver walks our high-chair-refusing toddler around the restaurant. So later we scroll our videos and photos and memories with a smile bc that’s what artifacts we have. And then we post our weekend recaps and remember the good times because at the end of the day they really are good times. But sometimes I look at other people and think wow their baby eats every single meal with a smile. And wow those two must never argue. And wow she’s so great at being a mother to three kids why do I struggle with just one?? So as I post this recap of what my memory will tell me was the most perfect birthday weekend with my family I could have ever imagined – it was after all – I also share that all good times are sprinkled with tough times no matter how good your instagram post looks. 🙂

I like to think I do a pretty good job of keeping it real on here but sometimes I post happy carousels of photos like this and I wonder if it’s misleading. Not that every post needs to be a reminder that sorrow is synonymous with joy and instagram is only a teensy snippet of life, but it’s just so easy to look at our online follows and compare lives. It’s not often we reach for our phone to “capture the moment” when we are having a fight about sippy cups with our significant other. And it’s unlikely anyone wants to document the tears they’re shedding about just how hard the transition into motherhood is as they grieve the friendships, time and self lost. And of course, we take photos of the cute restaurant moments but not photos of the fact that we currently eat a lot of meals alone as the other caregiver walks our high-chair-refusing toddler around the restaurant. So later we scroll our videos and photos and memories with a smile bc that’s what artifacts we have. And then we post our weekend recaps and remember the good times because at the end of the day they really are good times. But sometimes I look at other people and think wow their baby eats every single meal with a smile. And wow those two must never argue. And wow she’s so great at being a mother to three kids why do I struggle with just one?? So as I post this recap of what my memory will tell me was the most perfect birthday weekend with my family I could have ever imagined – it was after all – I also share that all good times are sprinkled with tough times no matter how good your instagram post looks. 🙂

I like to think I do a pretty good job of keeping it real on here but sometimes I post happy carousels of photos like this and I wonder if it’s misleading. Not that every post needs to be a reminder that sorrow is synonymous with joy and instagram is only a teensy snippet of life, but it’s just so easy to look at our online follows and compare lives. It’s not often we reach for our phone to “capture the moment” when we are having a fight about sippy cups with our significant other. And it’s unlikely anyone wants to document the tears they’re shedding about just how hard the transition into motherhood is as they grieve the friendships, time and self lost. And of course, we take photos of the cute restaurant moments but not photos of the fact that we currently eat a lot of meals alone as the other caregiver walks our high-chair-refusing toddler around the restaurant. So later we scroll our videos and photos and memories with a smile bc that’s what artifacts we have. And then we post our weekend recaps and remember the good times because at the end of the day they really are good times. But sometimes I look at other people and think wow their baby eats every single meal with a smile. And wow those two must never argue. And wow she’s so great at being a mother to three kids why do I struggle with just one?? So as I post this recap of what my memory will tell me was the most perfect birthday weekend with my family I could have ever imagined – it was after all – I also share that all good times are sprinkled with tough times no matter how good your instagram post looks. 🙂

I like to think I do a pretty good job of keeping it real on here but sometimes I post happy carousels of photos like this and I wonder if it’s misleading. Not that every post needs to be a reminder that sorrow is synonymous with joy and instagram is only a teensy snippet of life, but it’s just so easy to look at our online follows and compare lives. It’s not often we reach for our phone to “capture the moment” when we are having a fight about sippy cups with our significant other. And it’s unlikely anyone wants to document the tears they’re shedding about just how hard the transition into motherhood is as they grieve the friendships, time and self lost. And of course, we take photos of the cute restaurant moments but not photos of the fact that we currently eat a lot of meals alone as the other caregiver walks our high-chair-refusing toddler around the restaurant. So later we scroll our videos and photos and memories with a smile bc that’s what artifacts we have. And then we post our weekend recaps and remember the good times because at the end of the day they really are good times. But sometimes I look at other people and think wow their baby eats every single meal with a smile. And wow those two must never argue. And wow she’s so great at being a mother to three kids why do I struggle with just one?? So as I post this recap of what my memory will tell me was the most perfect birthday weekend with my family I could have ever imagined – it was after all – I also share that all good times are sprinkled with tough times no matter how good your instagram post looks. 🙂

I like to think I do a pretty good job of keeping it real on here but sometimes I post happy carousels of photos like this and I wonder if it’s misleading. Not that every post needs to be a reminder that sorrow is synonymous with joy and instagram is only a teensy snippet of life, but it’s just so easy to look at our online follows and compare lives. It’s not often we reach for our phone to “capture the moment” when we are having a fight about sippy cups with our significant other. And it’s unlikely anyone wants to document the tears they’re shedding about just how hard the transition into motherhood is as they grieve the friendships, time and self lost. And of course, we take photos of the cute restaurant moments but not photos of the fact that we currently eat a lot of meals alone as the other caregiver walks our high-chair-refusing toddler around the restaurant. So later we scroll our videos and photos and memories with a smile bc that’s what artifacts we have. And then we post our weekend recaps and remember the good times because at the end of the day they really are good times. But sometimes I look at other people and think wow their baby eats every single meal with a smile. And wow those two must never argue. And wow she’s so great at being a mother to three kids why do I struggle with just one?? So as I post this recap of what my memory will tell me was the most perfect birthday weekend with my family I could have ever imagined – it was after all – I also share that all good times are sprinkled with tough times no matter how good your instagram post looks. 🙂

I like to think I do a pretty good job of keeping it real on here but sometimes I post happy carousels of photos like this and I wonder if it’s misleading. Not that every post needs to be a reminder that sorrow is synonymous with joy and instagram is only a teensy snippet of life, but it’s just so easy to look at our online follows and compare lives. It’s not often we reach for our phone to “capture the moment” when we are having a fight about sippy cups with our significant other. And it’s unlikely anyone wants to document the tears they’re shedding about just how hard the transition into motherhood is as they grieve the friendships, time and self lost. And of course, we take photos of the cute restaurant moments but not photos of the fact that we currently eat a lot of meals alone as the other caregiver walks our high-chair-refusing toddler around the restaurant. So later we scroll our videos and photos and memories with a smile bc that’s what artifacts we have. And then we post our weekend recaps and remember the good times because at the end of the day they really are good times. But sometimes I look at other people and think wow their baby eats every single meal with a smile. And wow those two must never argue. And wow she’s so great at being a mother to three kids why do I struggle with just one?? So as I post this recap of what my memory will tell me was the most perfect birthday weekend with my family I could have ever imagined – it was after all – I also share that all good times are sprinkled with tough times no matter how good your instagram post looks. 🙂

Mother’s Day 2021 I was crying my eyes out wishing for a baby. Mother’s Day 2022 I was picking up over $3000 worth of fertility meds. Mother’s Day 2023 I was holding my 2 month old baby smiling ear to ear. Mother’s Day 2024 I’m holding my daughter in my arms and holding another baby in my womb. Reminding myself today that a lot can change in just a little time. Happy Mother’s Day to all the mommas, past present and future. 🩵

Mother’s Day 2021 I was crying my eyes out wishing for a baby. Mother’s Day 2022 I was picking up over $3000 worth of fertility meds. Mother’s Day 2023 I was holding my 2 month old baby smiling ear to ear. Mother’s Day 2024 I’m holding my daughter in my arms and holding another baby in my womb. Reminding myself today that a lot can change in just a little time. Happy Mother’s Day to all the mommas, past present and future. 🩵

Mother’s Day 2021 I was crying my eyes out wishing for a baby. Mother’s Day 2022 I was picking up over $3000 worth of fertility meds. Mother’s Day 2023 I was holding my 2 month old baby smiling ear to ear. Mother’s Day 2024 I’m holding my daughter in my arms and holding another baby in my womb. Reminding myself today that a lot can change in just a little time. Happy Mother’s Day to all the mommas, past present and future. 🩵

Mother’s Day 2021 I was crying my eyes out wishing for a baby. Mother’s Day 2022 I was picking up over $3000 worth of fertility meds. Mother’s Day 2023 I was holding my 2 month old baby smiling ear to ear. Mother’s Day 2024 I’m holding my daughter in my arms and holding another baby in my womb. Reminding myself today that a lot can change in just a little time. Happy Mother’s Day to all the mommas, past present and future. 🩵

Mother’s Day 2021 I was crying my eyes out wishing for a baby. Mother’s Day 2022 I was picking up over $3000 worth of fertility meds. Mother’s Day 2023 I was holding my 2 month old baby smiling ear to ear. Mother’s Day 2024 I’m holding my daughter in my arms and holding another baby in my womb. Reminding myself today that a lot can change in just a little time. Happy Mother’s Day to all the mommas, past present and future. 🩵

Mother’s Day 2021 I was crying my eyes out wishing for a baby. Mother’s Day 2022 I was picking up over $3000 worth of fertility meds. Mother’s Day 2023 I was holding my 2 month old baby smiling ear to ear. Mother’s Day 2024 I’m holding my daughter in my arms and holding another baby in my womb. Reminding myself today that a lot can change in just a little time. Happy Mother’s Day to all the mommas, past present and future. 🩵

SANTA MADRE On March 5th, 2023, at 9:39 pm, our daughter Kilmer Dove emerged into the world as this song filled the air — a song Nico wrote months prior for this occasion. This is our birth story, and we’re sharing this video for a few reasons. Firstly, for us. This is our choice, and we stand by it. Our art has always been a direct representation of the ways in which we live our lives – open, raw, and vulnerable. Secondly, we hope that by sharing this video, we can help destigmatize birth, particularly home births, and shed light on the fact that birthing is a timeless, natural, sacred, beautiful, and safe practice that’s been a part of our existence since the beginning. Everyone should be able to decide how they want to birth. Deep down, you know exactly what is best for you and your baby. Where do you feel safe? What makes you feel supported? How do you want to feel in your birth? During pregnancy we spent a lot of time journaling and meditating on the birth itself. I wanted to feel safe, I wanted to be close to Nico and I wanted to feel empowered to be the decision maker. Whether we birthed at home or whether we transferred to a hospital due to fatigue or emergency, we laid out ways to feel safe, connected and empowered in all scenarios. Our birth unfolded exactly as we had envisioned and yet beyond anything we could have imagined. We recognize that not all births follow this path and we remain eternally grateful for our dedicated birth team, whose unconditional support and unwavering care exceeded our wildest expectations. Birth, without a doubt, is a sacred event, a direct connection to source energy. This is a celebration of life at a time when life itself seems the most fragile. Once again we ask that you follow @projecthomebirth, an account dedicated to sharing birth stories, destigmatizing home birth and preventing a bill from being passed in New Jersey that would make home births almost impossible. Viva La Santa Madre. birth team. @njhomebirth @rowanbirth @doulabliss @heatherwhitephoto (videography) SANTA MADRE By NICO LO Produced by @abeseiferth