Pain doesn’t go away. It follows you. I didn’t think that moving home would fix things, but it certainly was going to be more positive, and it has been in many ways. But sometimes you have to sit with the pain, look it in the face, mention it (vaguely and without the right words) online, connect and share with people who get it and people who don’t, and stare it square in the face and carry on.
I’m so tired. I often think that I am done hoping and planning and that I am not strong enough for this. But somehow we face each new hurdle, ache, cry, and carry on. You have to carry on.
In some ways my faith has carried me. I struggle so much with it – why does my love and desire in every cell of my being not translate into this dream being fulfilled? Is it the timing, is it the season… it can’t be to make the end result sweeter because we are past that point. You know that pain and sadness have swallowed you whole when you find yourself sympathising and hurting for Serena Joy in The Handmaid’s Tale; rational thought goes out the window when something you so desperately want is denied you and yet you are surrounded by it, often by those who don’t realise that their disdain for parenting at times can feel like their hands are in your throat and stomach, squeezing, squeezing.
Sometimes the thoughts come that God has forgotten me and maybe I am a fool and all the atheists are right but then I come back. I always come back. It’s okay to be angry with God, to be sad that He isn’t here moving mountains and healing my pain but that’s not what (my) God is, that’s some idea of God that gets spread by those of different faith. God isn’t moving chess pieces and causing earthquakes and killing children with cancer. God is under the covers with me in each sob. God is hurting with me too.
It’s hard to see past the ache with a body full of hormones, too, and I always try to remember this. Sometimes the drugs are tough physically and other times I just want to throw things at the wall or sleep until Saturday comes. Sleep until the baby comes. Maybe it’ll never come.
We are focusing our efforts on our house just now, and progress is slowly being made. It feels like we’ll never get to move into it but 8 short months ago it felt like we’d never leave Scotland, so here we are. Time is moving so fast yet so slow. I am constantly reminded that good things take time and living in the future doesn’t make me happy. I need to find smiles today.
They say laughing is good for IVF/implantation rates. I find solace in yoga, meditation, crying, YouTube marathons, and my husband. And the fluffy dog here helps too.
And winter sunrises. 5 minutes a day I see the above and things feel peaceful and okay.
I hope you are okay. I will be.
Lovely and heartbreaking writing. Your strength to have faith in the face of this terrible storm is inspiring. So is your honesty. You will definitely be ok. That much is clear. Hope the light is just ahead.
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Thanks so much x
I can relate to so much of this. I often felt like I am too strong for this journey yet somehow I’ve been able to keep pulling myself up again. I’m close to reaching the end though. If this IVF doesn’t work for us we have agreed that we are done. I pray and hope that won’t be the outcome but I’ve been unlucky until now so can’t imagine it being any different. I’ve also been struggling with my faith at times. I hope that you are doing ok whatever stage you are at. Did you have a transfer? Thinking of you and hoping things will be better soon! x
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It’s really hard to imagine a good outcome, isn’t it? After all the setbacks it’s so hard to fathom that it may actually go our way. I’m hoping you are doing ok. I’ll do an update on our situation soon x