“This
hope we have as an anchor of the soul,
both sure and
steadfast...”
- Hebrews 6:19 -
- Hebrews 6:19 -
A few years back, before we had Little
Mouse, I was invited to a birthday party celebrating the first
birthday of my friend's son.
What a milestone! I had carefully looked
through gifts at the store, and decided on a cute Leap Frog toy drum
and picture frame emblazoned with the words “Baseball Caps and Lots
of Noise, Oh Thank Heaven for Little Boys!” My eyes weren't fixed
only on gifts for a one-year-old, though; they had also wandered
expectantly to the racks of cuddly, adorable, tiny newborn clothes.
Lucas and I had just discovered we were finally pregnant after our
first, unexpected loss, and I was so excited to join the sisterhood
of motherhood in all of its sleepless & spit-up-filled, but
always inexplicably joyous glory.
But a week after the positive test and
two days before the big birthday party, we miscarried the precious
life that had only just begun. Was it a dodgy egg (I have a very long
follicular phase), or too-low progesterone, or something else? We
will never know this side of heaven. But I do know this: It was
painful. It was painful physically, and it was painful emotionally.
And even though that little life was only three weeks into its
existence, he somehow left a huge chasm in the wake of his exit.
I couldn't move out of bed. My body
hurt. It had betrayed me and my child. The thought of crying through
a birthday celebration (drawing attention from and perhaps ruining it
for the birthday boy) didn't sound fun or wise. I called my friend to
let her know I just didn't think I could compose myself long enough
to make it (physical pain notwithstanding).“That sucks that you
won't be there” (or something to that end) was her response,
obviously hurt that I had opted to decline.
Not going to the party was a decision I
came to regret, although I know in my heart of hearts it was the best
decision. As time passed and my body and emotions healed, we talked
about the celebration, the sadness, and some other things I hadn't
even realized were brewing. It seems that that action was the final
strike against me in our friendship. After that miscarriage, my
friend and I stopped talking, stopped emailing, stopped texting...I
had lost a friend and a child, and it made the experience even harder
to bear.
I felt broken, I felt sad, and now I felt selfish for feeling anything at all.
I felt broken, I felt sad, and now I felt selfish for feeling anything at all.
I know that this wasn't the only thing
that lead to the demise of that friendship, but it unarguably was the
nail in the coffin. Mourning the loss of that tiny life was
misunderstood as jealousy or bitterness for what she had, when it was
anything but that!
I am SO HAPPY for my “fertile”
friends! I am THANKFUL that they do not have to go through what I had
have to go through. I will NEVER not be excited at the hearing of
such joyous announcements, but at the same time, I will never not be
sad about our past, present, and future circumstances.
It may be difficult to understand, but
these aren't conflicting feelings. The joy and the pain coexist
alongside each other. I don't know how...they just do. And even after
being blessed by FINALLY having a successful pregnancy that resulted
in our Little Mouse, those emotions are still there. But now, after
becoming a mother, these scars seem even more perplexing and
unwelcomed by those who have not been affected by infertility – as
though I don't deserve to feel this way now that we've been blessed
with a child. In all honesty, I too believed this lie for a long
time.
You may think that when an infertile
couple finally has a child, they are no longer “infertile,” but
that is not true; on the contrary, they simply overcame the odds
stacked against them in that blessed moment in time. And I'm here to
tell you that infertility after the blessing of a child is just as –
if not more so for us – painful.
Try as I might, I can't shake the ache
of wanting another child, the pain of remembering the children we
lost, or the frustration with a body that refuses to work. Telling me
I shouldn't be sad in these moments because someone else out there
has it worse than me is like telling me I can't be happy because
someone else has it better.
Logic can conclude that I am richly and
undeservedly blessed to be a Mommy to a bright and rambunctious
little boy, but the longing, ache, disappointment, and frustration
doesn't miraculously disappear. Those emotional scars are still
there, and I'm finally realizing that they are okay to have. The
struggle is just a part of the story.
The important thing is where my hope is
anchored.
At church
this morning, Pastor J.B. preached on hope in a sermon titled
“Resurrection: Hope's Anchor” and shared a beautiful Psalm that
touched me deeply upon hearing it:
I would have lost heart, unless I had believed
That I would see the goodness of the Lord
In the land of the living.
I would have lost heart, unless I had believed
That I would see the goodness of the Lord
In the land of the living.
Wait on the Lord;
Be of good courage,
And He shall strengthen your heart;
Wait, I say, on the Lord!
Be of good courage,
And He shall strengthen your heart;
Wait, I say, on the Lord!
Psalm 27:13-14
It struck me that our hope, even in times of despair, has always been anchored in Christ and His glorious resurrection! How fitting, then, that Lucas and I ended the service leading the congregation in singing “The Solid Rock:”
It struck me that our hope, even in times of despair, has always been anchored in Christ and His glorious resurrection! How fitting, then, that Lucas and I ended the service leading the congregation in singing “The Solid Rock:”
“When darkness veils His lovely
face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
His oath, His covenant, and
blood
Support me in the whelming flood;
When every earthly prop gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.”
(Excerpt: “The Solid Rock”
Text: 1 Timothy 1:1 // Author: Edward Mote, c. 1834, cento
Composer: John Stainer, 1873, arr. // Tune: "Magdalen")
Support me in the whelming flood;
When every earthly prop gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.”
(Excerpt: “The Solid Rock”
Text: 1 Timothy 1:1 // Author: Edward Mote, c. 1834, cento
Composer: John Stainer, 1873, arr. // Tune: "Magdalen")
That doesn't mean we can't be sad,
scared, or mourn in times of trouble; but we can still trust on Him
to lead us down the path HE has laid out for us (which is way better
in the long run then our ultra-short-term human minds can fathom),
and bring Him all the glory along the way. When everything else fails
us, we can collapse into the bosom of the Father for comfort and
strength.
When mothers' cycles return postpartum, that usually means the return of fertility; for us, it means the return of INfertility. It means more painful cycles, bursting cysts, uncertainty, and even more pronounced longing as I know that “If my body was not broken, we could have another child, for which we have prayed.” It hurts, and my emotions are raw. But my hope is still anchored firmly on Christ the Solid Rock.
When mothers' cycles return postpartum, that usually means the return of fertility; for us, it means the return of INfertility. It means more painful cycles, bursting cysts, uncertainty, and even more pronounced longing as I know that “If my body was not broken, we could have another child, for which we have prayed.” It hurts, and my emotions are raw. But my hope is still anchored firmly on Christ the Solid Rock.
April 19-25th was National
Infertility Awareness Week, and by some strange happening, my
infertility returned the very month of this awareness campaign. But
even though I “liked” and “commented” on statuses and images
shared by friends on Facebook during this campaign, I waited until
the week after to put these thoughts to paper, because I had fooled
myself into thinking that I didn't deserve to hurt anymore. But now I
know better. I can hurt, and I do hurt, but not without
hope.
Never without hope.

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What a beautifully written piece. May God bless you, Lucas and Elijah with His grace, strength and peace. I will be praying daily for you three!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Aunt Peggy!
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