This last week was when our third child should have been born. I didn't think it would hit me like it did. I was "fine". It got me thinking about all of the hundreds of thousands of women who have been through the same thing. Bottom line is it is hard!
As my different emotions surfaced, anger, sadness, confusion, emptiness etc, I was eventually brought to gratitude. I know this is kind of weird and surprised even me. I am going to share an experience that is very dear to my heart. An experience that led me to the conclusion that I had something to be grateful for.
When I was about 19 years old my grandmother passed away. Within the next year I was deciding what school I should go to, where I should live etc. I had a dream with my grandmother in it. She was in a rocking chair and "woke" up to speak with me. She said these words to me," I cannot tell you what school to go to or where to live but I can tell you I am watching your kids."
I didn't think much of it at the time but I had the impression to write the dream down.
Fast forward 10 years. My husband and I have gone through 2 miscarriages and are having a hard time figuring out why we don't have children yet. Looking through my old stuff I found the journal entry about this dream. Peace hit me so hard I couldn't help but cry. I knew my grandmother was watching our children. There is no other person I can think of that I would want watching over my unborn children.
I know my children are well cared for. I know that as we go through the hardships of infertility there are tender mercies all around us. I know that whatever brings us peace and comfort through these hard times is what we should seek after.