Waiting for a “Why”

  • 4 years
  • 2 times my husband had robotic surgery slicing and dicing his family jewels
  • 3 IVF cycles + fresh embryo transfers
  • 2 Frozen embryo transfers
  • 4 pregnancies…..4 miscarriages
  • 8 babies transferred into my womb
  • 2 trips to the ER because of unbearable miscarriage pain
  • 2 adoption home studies
  • 2 matches with birth mothers who picked us and got our hopes as high as the heavens, then changed their minds and picked different families.
  • 1 match with a potential birth mom who decided to parent her baby.
  • 1 complete hysterectomy due to endometriosis, adenomyosis, and fibroids.
  • 1 death of a beloved dog….loss of my “fur baby”.

And here we are. Still waiting with empty arms. A fully furnished nursery with an entire wardrobe of baby clothes all washed and hung, diapers prepared and wipes on hand. Bouncy seats and baby bottles and carseat sit abandoned on the freshly installed carpet in the baby’s room….who may never come.

And I don’t understand why.

I’m angry, and sick with hopelessness. How long do you let your heart break for? Is this ever going to happen? I can’t imagine what the lesson is in all this anguish. I can’t help but feel like we are being punished. In church every week we state “God is good, All the time.” And I do believe that is true, but I cannot see the goodness in this path we have been on. It is over my head. Maybe it is some sort of butterfly effect and somehow somewhere these painful experiences we are going through have resulted in something wonderful. But I am exhausted. And having a hard time feeling like I even know what to do.

Is continuing to pursue having a baby and being a mother the wrong thing to do? Is it just never meant to happen for me and a waste of time? Or, is this a test to see how hard we are willing to work for it?

The uncertainty is nauseating.

The stakes are high. We have spent any extra money we had saved, and took out a loan for the last match we had. How deep do we dig the financial hole?

But, already I know her name. I feel her in my heart.

And, as my husband said a few days ago as he laid his head on my chest, my heart is still beating. I am not defeated. I am still here.

I just pray for guidance. The weight of the hurt and the stress of decisions for the future weighs me down like I’m wearing a cannonball around my neck. I just want something to feel right, and for God to wash away the fear and show me what our path is.

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Beam Me Up

pexels-photo-827991.jpegI’ve been dreaming occasionally of the baby I lost most recently. I can see her just in the next room, but we are separated by a pane of glass with no door and no way for me to reach her. She is happy, and laughing, and when she sees me she grins from ear to ear. She has my smile, soft brown curls, and my husband’s beautiful brown eyes. Even though I can’t reach her, and I long to hold her, it gives me peace knowing she is there.

Can’t listen to this song without getting teary. Pink wrote this about her own miscarriage, and every word feels so true to me.

Pink- Beam Me Up

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