I read this the other day and thought I would share:Reproduction is a bodily function. We take it for granted that our bodies will work correctly.
That eggs are released and tubes are open.
That sperm come in enough number that at some point in the tube the sperm and egg meet.
Then the embryo moves from the tube to the uterus where it implants and
gets cozy for about nine months and VOILA you have a baby in your arms.
Except when it doesn’t happen that way.
When ovaries don’t give up eggs or sperm don’t move like they should or come at all.
When tubes are blocked or embryos get cozy there where they can’t live for 9 months.
Maybe the baby makes it to the uterus, but the womb isn’t shaped right or fluffy enough so baby can’t get cozy.
Maybe the baby implants, but hormone levels don’t stay right or blood
clots when it shouldn’t or maybe just maybe your cervix can’t hold a
baby in.
Most often though there is no answer or why. It just is…
Your body feels broken. Month after month you are reminded that you are not having the child you long for.
Guilt
comes in different shades from painful past choices, to food choices,
or exercise too much or too little. Maybe guilt is colored in that it is
your fault your spouse isn’t having the children he or she desperately
wants. The guilt lingers and toys with you. What ifs haunt you just like
the child you love, but do not even know yet.
Justice. It isn’t
fair. So many babies are abandoned or aborted. When will it be my turn?
Will it ever be my turn? Why should I have to go through shots,
artificial hormones, treatments that stretch my raw soul until it nearly
snaps, when others have “accidental pregnancies?”
Grief.
Miscarriages, tubal pregnancies, still-births. They scar and wound and
heal slowly. Each hope dashed with another loss and with each loss part
of your dream dies too.
Nobody understands. Friends try, but
cannot understand the longing, dashed dreams, hope for a few weeks a
month until the dream is dashed again. Your spouse doesn’t even
completely understand. You both process the situation so differently
that you wonder if you will ever have a normal relationship again.
Time seems to be against you. 35 years old is considered advanced maternal age. So few ticks of the clock left.
God
is here and sometimes His presence hurts. He is able to open our wombs,
but He may not. Ever. He is able to quench our longing, but He may not.
His ways are not our ways and we have to learn to trust Him despite the
grief, injustice, loneliness, and guilt. He walks this road with us,
but we have to choose to let His presence comfort us.
Infertility
is a struggle, a battle. There are no simple answers for any one
person. Adoption is difficult. Treatments may not work or may not be
God’s direction. Only God and the couple He is walking this road with
knows which path is best.
Mostly we need prayer. Will you pray with me for the infertile?