Karoline Leavitt shares motherhood post ahead of second baby but it backfires
On May 1, White House Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt took to Instagram to share a message about motherhood ahead of the birth of her second baby with husband Nicholas Riccio
Karoline Leavitt opened up about motherhood ahead of the birth of her second child, but it backfired miserably.
On Friday, May 1, the 28-year-old White House Press Secretary took to her Instagram to share that there "is no greater blessing than motherhood." She concluded her post by telling her followers, "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
Leavitt is eagerly awaiting the birth of her daughter, her second baby with her husband, Nicholas Riccio, 60, which could come at any time. The couple also shares a son, Niko, 21 months old. While many of her followers wished her well with the new baby, others trolled her in the comments. This comes after Leavitt was dubbed a "liar" for her recent remarks about President Donald Trump.
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In the comments section of Leavitt's post, several social media users slammed her, with one adding a GIF from the Hulu series, The Handmaid's Tale. Ann Dowd's character, Aunt Lydia, says, "Blessed be the fruit," a phrase said by civilians in Gilead, a totalitarian, patriarchal, and neo-Puritanical society that replaced the United States.
Other GIFs featured the words, "Release the Files," referring to the files pertaining to the case of the late sex offender, Jeffrey Epstein. A third commenter simply wrote, "Liar," while a fourth, brutally, wrote, "Poor kids." Yet another bashed, "Please go on maternity LEAVE."
However, the comments were flooded with praise for the expectant mother. One person gushed, "Beautiful and CUTEST. Loveeeee these pics!!!!!" Another added, "Beautiful and all the very best for you and your little girl."
A third said, "Greatest press secretary to ever do it," as a fourth chimed in, "Enjoy your maternity leave, and praying for a safe and successful delivery of your new blessing."
On Monday, April 27, the 28-year-old once again praised Trump during a press conference following the White House Correspondents' Dinner, which was disrupted by a shooter. The suspect has now been charged with attempting to assassinate Trump.
Days after she planned to begin her maternity leave, Leavitt said she viewed her job as the president and White House's spokeswoman as a "public service." The press secretary, who attended the Correspondents' Dinner on Saturday, April 25, said Trump "inspires all of us" as he faces "unprecedented adversity and challenges."
Leavitt said, "I'm honored to work in this job. I view this job as the president’s spokesperson and the White House spokeswoman as public service. It’s not just any job. I'm honored to do it and I'm honored to work and speak on behalf of President Trump, who has faced unprecedented adversity and challenges.
"And I'm honored to work for him, and again, as I witnessed on Saturday night, just his dogged resolve and determination to get back on to the stage, and he was pushing Secret Service and law enforcement to allow him to address, and that really — I think hopefully it gives the country the type of strength that we need.
"And I certainly know as his spokesperson, and I can speak on behalf of all of the staff here at the White House, the president inspires all of us to just keep going and keep fighting every day."
On X, Leavitt was slammed for praising Trump and even dubbed a "liar." One person bashed, "Every time Karoline Leavitt lies, her philtrum grows by a hair's width."
Another slammed, "You lie daily and gaslight the American people," as a third questioned, "So why do you lie so much. How is that a public service?" Yet another chimed in, "She's a paid liar. I mean we all know it I have nothing against her but that's just her job."
However, several of Leavitt's followers praised her for delaying her maternity leave to give the press conference. Many simply praised her for the job she's done over the first year of Trump's second term. One gushed, "We love you @PressSec @karolineleavitt and you are doing a wonderful job. Please take the time for yourself and your baby. It's okay."
Another added, "Thank you, Karoline, you have been an incredible press secretary. Best wishes on the new blessing," as a third pointed out, "One tough young lady. Nicholas and little Nico are blessed to have her in their lives."
Yet another praised, "Regardless of politics, this is impressive. Carrying a child at 39 weeks while briefing the press under pressure shows real grit. Mothers balancing high-stakes roles deserve respect. Hope everything goes smoothly for her and the baby. Good luck, baby, once you are out, and tell your mom to follow me on X hahaha."
This wasn't the first time Leavitt has put her personal life on hold amid a Trump administration crisis. In July 2024, she returned to the campaign trail four days after giving birth to her son, Nikko, following Trump's near-assassination at a rally in Butler, P.A.
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"I looked at my husband and said, 'Looks like I'm going back to work,'" Leavitt recounted in an interview with The Conservateur last year.
My Husband Chose His Mistress and a Luxury Yacht Over My Desperate Calls—Fourteen Days Later, Federal Agents Were Waiting at Our Front Door
My Husband Chose His Mistress and a Luxury Yacht Over My Desperate Calls—Fourteen Days Later, Federal Agents Were Waiting at Our Front Door
CHAPTER 1
My husband ignored fifty emergency calls from the ICU because he was too busy drinking champagne on a luxury yacht with his mistress.
Two weeks later, he came home expecting an angry wife.
Instead, he found an empty mansion, armed officers, and one document that destroyed the life he thought he still owned.
“His phone is switched off, Maya. You need to stop calling him,” the funeral director whispered gently.
But his words barely registered.
I stood beneath a black umbrella in the freezing rain at a small cemetery outside Chicago, my hands wrapped around the edge of a tiny white casket.
Inside was my seven-year-old daughter.
Lily.
My beautiful little girl.
And I was burying her alone.
No relatives stood beside me.
No friends held my hand.
And the one person who should have been there most wasn’t delayed by a flight.
He wasn’t trapped in some emergency business meeting.
He wasn’t sick.
My husband, David, was in the Bahamas.
On a luxury yacht.
With his twenty-five-year-old fitness instructor, Julianne.
While our daughter was fighting for her life in the ICU, David was drinking champagne beneath the Caribbean sun with another woman.
Lily had developed a sudden, aggressive case of meningitis.
Everything happened terrifyingly fast.
One moment, she was sick.
The next, doctors were rushing around her hospital bed while machines screamed beside me.
I called David once.
Then again.
Then again.
By the time Lily took her final breath, I had called him fifty times.
Fifty.
Every single call was rejected.
Then, finally, a message appeared on my screen.
Stop suffocating me with your anxiety, Maya. I’m on a digital detox trip for my mental health. Do not contact me for the next two weeks.
I stared at those words while my daughter’s body was still warm beneath my hand.
David thought I was being dramatic.
He thought I was nagging him.
He thought whatever I wanted could wait until his vacation was over.
He had no idea his only child had just died.
And standing there at Lily’s grave, watching wet dirt stain the toes of my black shoes, I made a decision.
I would not tell him.
Not by text.
Not by voicemail.
Not through anyone else.
David had demanded fourteen days of silence.
So I gave him exactly what he wanted.
Fourteen days later, the front door of our four-million-dollar estate swung open.
David walked inside looking like a man returning from paradise.
His skin was deeply tanned.
Expensive sunglasses rested on top of his head.
A bright linen shirt hung loosely over his shoulders.
And he was laughing.
Actually laughing.
Julianne walked in behind him carrying a designer shopping bag that David had almost certainly paid for.
“Maya, we’re back!” he shouted into the house.
His voice echoed strangely.
He didn’t notice.
Not yet.
“Look, I know you’re probably furious, but honestly, the detox was exactly what our marriage needed.”
He glanced back at Julianne and smiled.
“Julianne came along to help me work through our emotional distance, and we’ve decided—”
He stopped.
The smile vanished.
The house was empty.
Completely empty.
No sofas.
No dining table.
No artwork.
No rugs.
No family photographs.
Nothing.
Every room had been stripped bare.
His luggage slipped from his hand and hit the hardwood floor with a heavy thud.
But the empty mansion wasn’t what truly terrified him.
Three people were waiting in the middle of the living room.
Two armed state troopers stood near the windows.
Between them was a grim-faced man in a dark tailored suit holding a thick leather folder against his chest.
David’s golden tan seemed to disappear in seconds.
“Maya?”
His voice cracked.
“What the hell is going on?”
He looked around wildly.
“Who are these people?”
The man in the suit stepped forward.
His expression never changed.
“David Vance?”
David swallowed.
“Yes.”
The man opened the leather folder.
“Mr. Vance, you are hereby placed under emergency executive arrest.”
Julianne immediately pulled her hand away from David’s.
“What?” David whispered.
His eyes darted from the officers to the empty rooms.
Then back toward me.
“Maya, what did you do?”
I said nothing.
Not yet.
Because he still didn’t know why Lily’s bedroom had been emptied.
He still didn’t know what had happened while he was drinking champagne in the Bahamas.
And he had absolutely no idea what was inside the document the man in the suit was about to hand him.
David had spent fourteen days believing he had escaped his family.
Now he was standing inside the ruins of it.
And the luxury vacation was officially over.
CHAPTER 2 in here 👇👇👇
