On a personal note, my husband & I spent 6 long, daunting, scary, devastating, and exhausting years trying to have my daughter. Our miracle baby is now 4 years old and is the absolute joy of our lives. I say this, not to throw salt in an already painful wound for those of you visiting this blog, but because I had a profound thought the other day, which made me so sad, all these years later.
My daughter is still 2 YEARS away from how long it took for us to have her. The past 4 years have flown by, no doubt. But when you're on the path of infertility, and it literally takes over every pore of your being, you can't help but to measure life events against the time it takes to have a child. Even now, 4 years later.
I don't know if you ever move past all that it takes to have a child, when you are faced with such immense challenges. For those who have children so easily & effortlessly, I doubt they think much about it, except to recall happy memories about their pregnancy and/or birth. However, when you experience infertility, there is little to be happy about, in the face of so much uncertainty, disappointments and pain.
If you are lucky enough to wind up with a live birth at the end of your ordeal, I applaud you for going the distance and seeing it through. If you had to change your plans along the way and went down the road of adoption, surrogate, sperm or egg donor instead, you are among my heroes. It just goes to show how committed you are to becoming a parent, and the lengths you will go through to accomplish just that. Bravo.
I am here to say that even when the light shines brightly upon us, there is something quite humbling about looking back with gratitude for all that infertility gave you. Stay strong, keep your chin up, and most importantly, don't give up.