Meeting our Miracle
It was the wee hours of the 23rd of August 2018, exactly a month sooner than she was due, that our little miracle opened her…
A Letter to My Miracle
I feel you in there. And it fills me with wonder and joy. How can this be? How can this long-awaited dream really be reality?…
When Infertility Knocks you Down
…. When all you want to be is Knocked Up! Hehe. Excuse the slang. It’s not very pretty is it? But someone out there is…
Suffering & The Singing Bird
“For the Lord will comfort [her]; He will comfort all her waste places. And He will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like…
I Choose Blessed
The first of January marked 3 entire years since we’ve been locked in what has been for us a heart-breaking baby-making journey… 36 fruitless cycles….
Chapter 1
“O love that will not let me go, I rest my weary soul in Thee; I give Thee back the life I owe, That in…
The Eloquence of Tears
Feeling “forgotten” seems to be a theme of mine. With circumstances being what they are right now, it’s little wonder that this theme is coming…
My Pile of Stones
“Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can’t remember who we are or why we’re here.” — Sue Monk…
Don’t Waste It
I needed to share this link somewhere, so I can revisit it, but perhaps someday someone else will need it too: http://www.lifesongfororphans.org/blog/2016/04/dont-waste-your-infertility/
Will my Soul Bleed dry?
There just aren’t words for this. This terribly private grief. This awkward pain that flares out like flash-fire every time another friend makes that beautiful announcement and you desperately want to feel ONLY happy for them, but instead the agony you try to live with quietly rises so sharply that it sucks out all the air, and you’re afraid it might obliterate you and everyone else in the room. Or possibly on the block. Or the planet.
There aren’t words for an ache this big.