“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord…” Colossians 3:23
I am one of those people who doesn’t like a lot of eyes on me.
Then why write incredibly personal things and then put them on the Internet? you ask. I’ll be honest, after I’ve shared a post I often feel like I just lured you all to a dinner party at my house but then answered the door naked. And I am a huge nudi-phobe. But writing is an impulse of mine. I’ve been doing it since I was given my first journal at age ten and now I guess I finally have a story to share.
After a laparoscopy, eight IUIs, two IVF retrievals, three embryo transfers, and and a chemical pregnancy, we were finally graced with our little nugget on Octover 8th, 2015. Tommy is a ball of energy and worth every trial it took to get him.
When we re-entered fertility treatment to add onto our family in 2015, we underwent three frozen embryo transfers and a miscarriage before it became clear to us: we were banging against a door that wouldn’t budge. So we considered adoption, and as soon as we committed and opened that window, well… we kind of flew on through. God immediately made it clear to us that our next child was going to come to us in this very special, privileged way.
After 28 days on a waiting list, we were holding our sweet Mary Beth. Our experience in folding her into our family has been beautiful, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
A few forces have fueled this blog.
One, it’s been so therapeutic for me to look back and reflect on our roller-coaster of family building and all the lessons we’ve learned along the way. Also, your feedback has truly driven me forward; hearing from those our story has touched brings me so much joy. But most importantly, if any of these posts bring comfort to a reader who is stuck in a place they can’t see out of, then this is all worth it.
Even if I am metaphorically flashing nearly everyone I know and love.