“You are giving your son the greatest gift there is, a sibling,” a friend told me when I announced that I was 14 weeks pregnant with our second child. Her congratulations stung.
So stuck halfway between gratitude for what we have been blessed with and sadness at what we have lost, I am at times unsure how to feel.
According to the CDC, a little over ten percent of women in the U.S. have dealt with fertility issues. That's 6.7 million people.
I may not hold you in my arms, Baby, but I am holding you in my heart. Wherever you may be, a piece of me is there with you. One day, I hope that you will arrive with that piece, and I will feel the wholeness of knowing you are here.
No matter how the news has been delivered, the result has been the same, with me feeling as though I have been kicked in the gut and sobbing in a puddle on the floor.
When your soul aches for a child, there is little soothing that can be done. The path of infertility can be daunting and cruel with no guarantee of a happy ending.
My journey to my girl and boy, however, did not feel lucky at the time.
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