To tell you more details would be a book, one that is still
being written, but I felt the need to post this brief version because I feel
it’s something that’s missing on the internet about infertility. So, here it
goes:
When my husband and I wanted to start a family and we were
met with such disappointment and pain, it led to me being very bitter and
jealous. After losing our 3rd child it’s safe to say that I “hated”
pregnant women. ALL pregnant women everywhere. I didn’t feel any of them were
as deserving as my husband and I were, and especially the ones close in our
families it was very difficult to see them blessed with children while it was
so hard for us to get pregnant, and then when we did it felt like we were being tortured because we had to watch them all die.
I heard a priest say
once that envy is admiring something someone else has and wishing you had it
too, but jealousy is not wanting them to have it either because you don’t have
it. It’s a deadly sin and I was so guilty. I didn’t think that they should have
children because I couldn’t either. I know it sounds horrible and I would love
to keep those terrible thoughts to myself so you don’t think less of me, but I
want you to understand the horrible place you can let infertility take you too.
A very close family member’s unexpected pregnancy
announcement was the last straw for me. I was so angry at them and so angry at
God for “doing this to me”. But as I was praying for help to get through this I
suddenly realized, “when did I get like this?” When did I become this terrible
person that wished infertility on others, that thought since I can’t have it
neither can they? Most importantly, when did I decide that I had to have
children to be happy? A long time ago I placed my life in God’s hands, no
matter where he was leading me I trusted that his plan would bring me the most
the most joy. And time and time again He had proven that to me. But once I got
married I guess I kind of quit asking him for direction and just decided that
kids were the only thing that was going to make me happy. And that is the
problem with infertility. When you’re told you can’t have something you just
want it more than ever. And so many of us when faced with an obstacle will do
whatever it takes to get it, and we won’t be happy until we do. And we forget
that someone who loves us more than anyone else on the planet has a plan for us
to be happy, if we would just put our lives in his hands. It’s not just couples
struggling with infertility that struggle with this, it’s single people that
want to be married, married people that want to be single, poor people that
want to be rich, the list goes on and on. The beauty of it all is that if we
can just get over the “poor me’s” and trust where he’s leading us, I promise we
will always find the greatest joy that life holds.
So I titled this post the one “nobody wants to read” because
it’s true. When I was struggling with infertility or something else difficult I
just wanted to feel sorry for myself and I wanted the rest of the world to too.
I found all kinds of infertility blogs to share my sorrow and we could all try
to charge forward and get what we wanted together. And maybe if I had read a
post like this I wouldn’t have listened anyway, but I do feel that so many infertility
articles and posts did me a disservice because they played right into my game
of getting what I wanted.
So here’s my contribution, what I want to say to everyone I
meet that’s struggling with infertility but don’t have the guts to. It’s time
to let go of what YOU want and start asking what HE wants for you. Probably,
you’re missing out on a whole lot of great gifts waiting for you while you’re
sitting there sulking about the one you didn’t get. A perfect example: while I
was praying and praying for kids I was blessed with 10 nieces and nephews and 8
godchildren, that's a crazy lot of kids! All those times I was angry at God for “hurting” me by allowing my
close friends and family to get pregnant like he was rubbing it in or
something. Now it’s easy to see he was answering my prayers by surrounding me
with the babies I longed for.
I think a lot of people go through infertility, jump through
hoops of fire and spend a million dollars and finally get the child they want,
and maybe they will be happy because they got what they wanted. But maybe there
is a much greater joy that’s waiting, if only they could trust their Father. I’m
praying for each of you reading this that you can trust him enough to follow
Him into the scary and unknown place he’s leading you. It won’t be easy, but
you won’t be disappointed.
*A final note, for any family or friends reading this: I am
deeply sorry for hating you while you were pregnant. Please know I love you and
your children and consider you one of the greatest blessings in my life. I’m so
sorry for any hurt I ever caused you while I was being self-centered.