My Children Don’t See A Missing Arm, They See Their Mum

When Mary lost her right arm in 2019, she worried about everything she might never do again. Today, she’s a wife, a mother of three boys and a lifestyle creator. In this story, she shares how she rebuilt her confidence and why her children have never made her feel defined by her disability.

My life took an unexpected turn on January 16, 2019.

I’d been battling arteriovenous malformation (AVM) since 2010, so losing my right arm didn’t happen overnight. But no matter how long I’d lived with the condition, nothing prepared me for the reality of life after the amputation.

In those first few days, I wasn’t thinking about the future. I wasn’t thinking about the life I’d have or the things I’d still be able to do. I was simply trying to understand how my life would continue. 

When I finally returned home from the hospital, reality truly set in. I realised life wasn’t going to pause because I’d lost an arm. I still had to wake up every day and figure out how to live.

That sounded simple, but it wasn’t. The physical recovery was intense and uncomfortable, but the emotional recovery was even harder. Looking back now, I realise what I thought was the end of my story became the beginning of a completely different one.

I had to relearn almost everything. There were days I cried because simple tasks suddenly felt impossible. I’d look at ordinary things like cooking and wonder if I’d ever be able to do them again. I couldn’t imagine carrying babies someday. Even the idea of ever living independently felt uncertain.

But I had to choose whether I would remain trapped in that pain or start figuring out what my new normal looked like.

Thankfully, I wasn’t figuring it out alone. My husband, who was my fiancé at the time, became one of my biggest support systems. He encouraged me through the moments when I doubted myself, and my family stood by me, too. 

Even with that support, there were moments I felt alone.

No matter how much people love you, they can’t fully understand what you’re feeling unless they’ve lived through something similar. Sometimes, more than anything else, I wanted people to stop feeling sorry for me and believe I was still capable.

Eventually, I realised I also needed to believe that about myself. I started proving those fears wrong. I learnt to cook again. I became comfortable managing my home. I travelled, worked and created content. None of it happened overnight, but little by little, I realised that many of the things I’d written off as impossible simply required a different way of doing them.

Motherhood also reinforced that lesson in many ways.

After losing my arm, I became a mother to three boys. That experience completely changed how I saw myself because my children have never looked at me and seen a disability. They simply see their mum.

They don’t measure me by how many arms I have. They measure me by my love, presence and the way I care for them. Becoming a mother reminded me that I was still capable of building the family I’d always wanted.

My marriage evolved in much the same way. Like every couple, we’ve had seasons that required adjustment. Losing my arm meant we had to learn new ways to support each other, and it taught us patience, teamwork, and understanding. We’ve continued to grow together, just like any other family finding its rhythm.

After I settled into this new life, there were still days I struggled emotionally. And that’s actually how social media found me.

At first, I wasn’t trying to become a content creator. I came online because I was battling depression. It became a place where I could distract myself and gradually reconnect with life. As time passed, something unexpected happened. People began reaching out to tell me my story had encouraged them.

That changed how I approached my content. I decided I didn’t want to build a platform centred on disability. I wanted people to see my ordinary life. I wanted them to see me cooking, laughing with my family, raising my children, creating and working with brands. I wanted them to see me making mistakes like everyone else.

My missing arm is only a part of my story; it isn’t the whole story.

When I look back at the woman I was in January 2019, I’d tell her not to be afraid. I’d tell her she’s still going to laugh. She’s still going to build a beautiful family and become a mother to three amazing boys. She’s still going to build a community online and inspire people she’s never met.

Most importantly, I’d tell her that losing an arm will never mean losing herself. That’s also what I hope people remember when they come across my content. I hope they remember my smile before they remember my disability.

And if someone watches my videos believing that life doesn’t end because something difficult happens to you, then I’ve achieved exactly what I set out to do.

I want people to see possibilities instead of limitations.

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