Now, I could wax some serious poetic on this topic, but it seems that the bug I've had for the past two weeks, that I thought was on it's way out over the weekend, has come back swinging and landed me in the doctor's office this morning. Since then, I've made all kinds of promises about trying harder to get at least
Five years ago, Charlie and I were gearing up for our first round of IVF.
That cycle didn't work out.
Nor did the next one.
We were crushed.
I was crushed.
Our bank account was crushed.
I didn't think it would ever happen. I didn't think that I would ever become a mother. I didn't think that we would ever have a family. I didn't think that I'd ever know the joy of waking up on Christmas morning and have a child to share the magic. All around me, people were having babies and we remained heartbroken and childless. Year after year. After year. After year.
I certainly didn't think that there would ever come a day where we would fill up every child's seat at the local hair salon.
One out of six couples is struggling with infertility. If there is a child in your heart, don't give up. However bumpy and pit holed that path to your dream may be, don't give up. When you are laying on the couch - unable to move - and your much longed after child leans over and gently kisses your forehead and rubs your hair while whispering that they hope you feel better, and then points out that you have a big boogie in your nose, all of the pain and suffering and tears shed to bring that child in to your family will be well worth it.
I mean that with all sincerity. And although it may not seem possible, you'll love them a smidge more when they run and get you a box of Kleenex.