I often wonder if people understand.
Really though, I know they don't. Who could understand any trial until they go through it themselves? When I look at the trials of others, I know I don't fully understand.
But I guess that's part of why I started my blog. To help people understand.
And I want to tell you about the hardest part I've personally had with infertility.
It's not watching my husband with others' kids.
He loves kids. And he is so good with them. It breaks my heart to watch, knowing how desperately he wants this too. Knowing that I will probably never be able to give that to him.
It's not other's probing questions and unsolicited "advice".
I tried to keep in touch with one of my friends through monthly calls, but every time I'd call she would ask if I was pregnant yet. I know she just really wanted it for me. But having to say, "nope, not yet..." over and over was painful. I eventually stopped calling. Not the best solution, but I've found its what I do- distance myself. I should have said, "trust me, you won't have to ask when I am! But for now please quit asking" or something like that. But I didn't.
And people really like to tell me to "relax" or "it'll happen when you stop wanting it" or "there's always adoption" or crap like that. I'm sorry, I know you mean well but telling me to "relax"? You're telling me that my infertility-which is a medical condition- is being caused by me. What do you expect me to do? Work less? Go to the spa? Not think about it? Would you tell that to someone with other diseases like cancer? It's not like I have a cold and just need to lay low for a week until I'm better. Yes, things like stress and lack of sleep totally effect one's fertility, but at this point it's not like we're just having a hard time getting pregnant, I'm actually infertile. We've really been trying for three and a half years (minus a six month deployment in there) and we have been getting medical help, and we have been praying, and we have been doing everything we can do. Yes, even "relax".
And if there is a way to stop wanting this so much? Please, tell me how. Because the one thing I have wanted for as long as I can remember is to be a wife and mom. When I was a kid there was always a new job out there that I wanted to be, but at the top of the list was always "Mom". So, to tell me I need to stop wanting the one thing I feel so deeply rooted in my soul? To say it simply, I can't.
Adoption is a viable route to parenthood, and one that we have always wanted to take as well. But it is not the same. Adoption is not a band aid for infertility. I could never ask another person, especially one so small, to be that. It doesn't take the desire to create another human, the wonder of what my husband and I would make. Would they have his dimple, my eyes, his humor, my laugh?
Also, please don't talk to me about God's Will or Timing. I know. Really, I do. But you telling me that isn't going to help. Did anyone ever just trust God because another person told them to? Maybe, but not me. I have grown in Christ through Him growing me in my devotions and prayer. (Please don't mistake this for encouragement or other's stories. I'm strictly talking about when people say "you just have to trust God" or "it will happen in His time".)
It's not even other's seemingly continuous pregnancies.
It's not like I expect the rest of the world to wait while we do. I would never wish that on anyone. But it doesn't mean that it is easy when I open my Facebook and BAM! Pregnancy announcement.
I've gotten better with this part. And not just in a 'I don't cry every time' kind of way, but honestly a peace, with the occasional twinge of sadness. And I really don't know if it is healing or numbness. Because in the past I've had times of both.
The hope. This is the hardest part.
When every single month you are hopeful, even when you tell yourself you shouldn't be. And then month after month, that hope is destroyed with a negative test. And year after year you get less hopeful. But even once you think you've lost hope and don't care anymore, you take a test that crushes you and reminds you that the hope was still there, deep down.
Imagine your biggest dream dying every month. Every single month.
It is a true grief. A grief without closure.
I look at other grief I've experienced, but the difference in the loss of a loved one and infertility is there isn't hope. You aren't hoping that they will come back to life. There is a closure.
But infertility doesn't have time to heal. Because give it a few weeks and you will be painfully reminded again.
It makes a person weary.
But the thing about weariness is it is a slow onset. You don't just wake up one day and are suddenly weary. You often don't even realize that you are weary, because it has happened so slowly over time that this has been normal. But next thing you know you're broken, bawling on the floor and have no clue how you got here.
So what do I do?
I can't make myself pregnant, and I can't stop hoping.
"Come to me,
all who are weary and burdened,
and I will give you rest."
Matthew 11:28
I've never given much thought to my burdens. Yes, I've prayed about them, and tried to give them to Jesus, but I've never really THOUGHT about it.
Of course he died on the cross to take our sins, but I've never thought about Him taking our burdens too.
But this verse, right here, it tells us He wants to carry our burdens.
Because you know what makes us weary? Carrying our burdens.
But Isaiah 40:28 tells us He will not grow weary.
"Have you not known? Have you not heard?
The LORD is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He does not grow faint or grow weary;
his understanding is unsearchable.
He gives power to the faint,
and to him who has no might
he increases strength.
Even youths shall faint and be weary,
and young men shall fall exhausted;
but they who wait for the LORD
shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint."
Isaiah 40:28-31
I am tired.
Tired of waiting.
Tired of wondering how much longer I will continue to wait.
Tired of hearing the same comments and "advice".
Tired of hurting.
Tired of hoping.
I am weary.
My prayer is that I can stop standing in my own way.
That I can allow myself to go to Him, the Giver of Rest, the Healer of the Brokenhearted, the Carrier of Burdens, the Restorer of Hope, and lay my burdens down.
Not to be picked up again.
This post has been edited since original publishing to reflect what I intended to say.
For some reason when I originally published, it reverted to a draft and I didn't catch all of it.