As I observed this vacant scene on the shores of Lake Erie, I marveled at the wonder of God’s creation and how, every year, He allows nearly every sign of life to be obscured by ice, freezing temperatures and snow.
When we first started trying for a baby two and a half years ago, the early months held tendrils of hope. My mind swam with thoughts of our future family, not thinking for a moment of the difficulty we might face along the way.
It was 6AM, and my eyes were heavy as I tried to make sense of the Scripture passage laid out in front of me.
Infertility is a physical problem, but it has ramifications that go far beyond the physical. God gave us not just a body, but a mind, heart, and soul (Matthew 22:37).
National Infertility Awareness Week
So, why does National Infertility Awareness Week (NIAW) even matter? If you’re part of the 1 in 8 couples affected by infertility like me and my husband, or 1 in 4 hurt by miscarriage and loss, then you understand why.
Grief is a tricky and difficult path. It is important to honor and attend to your grief, even so, there may be times that you are just weary and tired of feeling sad, so you decided to push it aside for a while…..only to find it erupting in unexpected moments. So what are we to do with grief, hurting, loss and death? Beth Ann Mergens a Waiting in Hope National Team and contributing writer shares her reflections and thoughts on grief.
Because that’s what isolation really is - darkness. It’s keeping your struggle, your pain, your desires hidden so that you feel all alone. That’s why I wanted to share this post today – even from the midst of the struggle - because you are not alone. No matter how hurt you may be feeling or how much you would rather just hide or deal with it yourself. You are not alone. We weren’t meant to face trials in this life alone.
Choosing a physician within infertility is never easy, but this list of questions, advice and things to think about will be a great resource for you.
During the first year of trying to conceive, I was able to remain optimistic month after month while Jordan felt the disappointment intensely. I remember her crying at night, “What’s wrong with me?” , “Why can’t I get pregnant?” , “What’s wrong with my body?” I remember praying specifically, “God, whatever the issue is, please let it be me, not Jordan.” I didn’t want her to put the blame on herself. I didn’t want her to feel the pain of being the “cause” of infertility.
I was so angry at God. How could he let this happen? We had been trying to conceive for seven years.
