The Sting of IF

Somewhere around the time I lost my first baby I discovered an incredible network of bloggers who had experienced miscarriage, stillbirth and infant loss. Many of these women, together with their husbands, had battled infertility for years only to be left with an empty nursery and an urn filled with ashes at the end of the whole process. Every day I religiously follow their blogs, reading about their struggle to move on past the death of their child and how their relationships with their husbands have changed so dramatically. I sit here at the computer and cry for the future they lost; for my world that changed so much in just a moment back in that November. I still think about those babies that I never had the opportunity to grow and meet.

But I was able to get pregnant and move on with 2 children of my own. Many of these women will never be able to experience a pregnancy or the feeling of their baby nuzzled up against their chest. I never realized the sting of infertility until I experienced my own. I'm a better person for it but I still cry for those who will never have what I do.