Loss comes in all shapes and sizes. Mine has come in the form of unexplained infertility. Last year, I wrote this letter to a friend as I began a journey inward: a journey into and through my loss. A journey of looking loss in the face and daring it to have something for me.
This week, I’ll be sharing what I’m learning. For all those that have faced a future different than what they’d planned, Thursday night will be an important conversation: Join us for Unplanned Unparenthood and spread the word!
Your eyes stopped me in my tracks. Your eyes hold ache. An ache I know. An ache I never ever wanted to know. And my heart breaks in knowing you are now holding this pain too. Your eyes woke me up to the almost sacred union of infertility. We know what many women don’t know. Won’t know. Can’t know. The sisterhood of the empty womb. Not quite as sexy as traveling pants, but what are we gonna do?
We know what it’s like to spend our first few months trying, giggling with our husbands because, well, trying can be quite fun.
We know what it’s like when it stops being fun. When you have to bust out the thermometer, and the calendar, and seventh grade biology books.
We know what it’s like to experience a slow surprise when, month by month, you realize that everyone else’s normal may not be your normal.
We know what it’s like to hit the one-year mark and gasp.
We know what it’s like to literally ache from emptiness.
We know what numb feels like.
I hate knowing these things. And I know you do, too.
You are on month 20. I’m on month 50. Yes, five-zero. I probably represent your worst fear. Between us is another thirty months of disappointment. After just six months of trying, I was so scared that I’d still be sitting here years later.
And here I am.
Fears do come true. Infertility makes you face that head on.
I hope your fears don’t come true. I hope your story of infertility ends this month with a pregnancy test. But if in thirty months you’re still waiting, I want you to know…
That thirty months later you won’t cry as often.
That thirty months later your life will be full, even if your womb still isn’t.
That thirty months later your marriage can be stronger, and more beautiful, than you’d ever imagined.
That maybe you’ll be asked to love an orphan. That maybe your longing will teach you about theirs. That maybe you’ll learn how to love by choice instead of by birth.
That maybe you won’t parent at all. And you’ll learn to celebrate that path, too.
But I guess the reason I’m writing isn’t really to comfort you or scare you or even challenge you. I’m writing you because I’m just learning how to talk about this. I’m just learning that we need to talk about this.
Maybe there are things to gain through loss.
Maybe there are gifts and miracles and promises we haven’t understood or discovered before.
Maybe there’s a freedom we can’t even envision.
I’m ready to find out. And by “ready”, I mean totally terrified. But let’s go, step by step, and see what there is to see on this unplanned path.
15 thoughts on “Unplanned Unparenthood”
I too understand the emptiness. It remained that way from 1997-2011. I have found that god has a plan for each of us & that his timing is not my timing. That possibly this was a way of teaching me to be more patient & wait on him. I found out I was pregnant during a routine screening prior to my very last attempt at IVF. Since 12/16/2011 I have had the pleasure of full arms. Samuel & Isaac are now 15mos. My biggest blessings ever.
The pleasure of full arms. I love that phrase. So glad to hear that’s where your story led. Thanks for sharing …
so beautiful. and yes, we all need to talk about our emptiness, whatever shape it happens to take. mine is not infertility, but being a motherless mother.
Empty is empty. Thank you for joining this important conversation.
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