When I was little, as every young girl does, I dreamed of my future that included a husband and children with specific names. But as my husband and I began our journey, we found that infertility was part of that dream.
I was 32 when my husband and I began to think about starting a family. It never occurred to me that we might have trouble. One month turned into two and two turned into a year, and before I knew it, we had been trying a year and a half with no result.
When our doctor decided to begin the first step in infertility treatment. I felt relieved because we seemed to have a plan. The joy I felt when I took what seemed like the 1000th pregnancy test and it said "pregnant" is something I am unable to describe. My husband and I both cried.
We were on cloud nine the day we went in for our first ultrasound. Finally, a good doctor visit, one filled with happiness. One that didn't throw me deeper into a depression. I knew right away by the ultrasound tech's nonreaction that something was gravely wrong. I made her tell me even though she wasn't supposed to say anything. There is no possible way to describe what the words "there is no heartbeat" did to me that day. I actually don't remember the rest of the appointment, but I remember crying harder than I have ever cried. I remember feeling lost and hopeless. I remember going home and not knowing what to do. My husband, the love of my life, saved me that day. Lying down next to me, he never left my side. I am sure we were there for hours, but I have no idea.
I prayed to God to give me joy. Without Him, there is no way I would have found it. I knew that God would not put the desire in my heart to have children if He were not going to fulfill that longing in some way. Four months later, I was pregnant with our first child. A year later, our daughter was born, and a year after that, our youngest son. God is faithful. God is good. To those struggling with infertility, let me assure you, even in your darkest hour, He is there.
To those who are hurting, I know from experience that Mother’s Day can seem like a reminder of something that is missing. We want you to know that you are not alone. Will you join us in celebrating differently this year? We challenge you to invite any woman who is special to you to class this Saturday. It may be a sister, mother, mentor, friend, grandmother or co-worker. We don’t want anyone left out, so all classes will be free this Saturday. Help us make this weekend special for everyone in all walks of life.