I'll never forget that pain but sometimes in the busyness of life, I forget to be thankful that I am a Mom-we survived our own struggles with infertility. I know some people think that desiring to be a Mom isn't enough and that's fine. They should do all they can to live their dreams-whatever they may be but for me, the one thing I wanted most in this world was to have a family of my own.
Five years ago, I was frightened, pregnant for the third time after two miscarriages. We finally had a successful, albeit far from easy, pregnancy. And if we hadn't, another door would have opened. I can see that now. We would have found a way to have children and that's exactly what my friend and her husband are doing. Finding another way.
I don't know what our family will look like in another five years...if we'll try again (despite the emotional and health risks that exist) or if we'll pursue adoption and if so, what that route will look like but I do know that whatever obstacles we face, we'll get through it. Infertility and miscarriages have a way of either tearing a couple apart or binding them together stronger than before...kind of like deployment, actually. Joshua has been by my side (even when he was 7,000 miles away). He's my best friend and we have the two cutest kids. Ever. (I apologize to all other parents but seriously-they're super cute).