Yes and no.
But mostly yes, for me at least.
After almost five years of an ugly struggle with infertility, I came to peace with it in late 2009. Nothing could have gotten me there sooner, it was something that had to resolve itself in its own time. I wrote this the day before I found out I was pregnant. It remains one of my most favorite things I’ve ever written as I could only write it after going through what I had experienced..
Within Vivi’s first three months, best friend became pregnant with her fourth by surprise and my only sister became pregnant after a month without any struggles.
The news of both thumped me in the heart pretty hard, but they weren’t the sucker punches they would have been a year earlier.
I am excited to have to new little boys in my life, one in January and one in April.
I can hear pregnancy news and respond to it with the genuine joy it deserves.
I don’t see swollen bellies everywhere I go.
I can still read the words of someone who is stuck in the murky thick of infertility and know the uniquely exquisite pain that envelops their heart.
I can think about getting pregnant again and focus on the end result, not the gut wrenching journey it takes to get there.
This baby has been the best thing to ever happen to me, I just had to go through everything else first to be able to appreciate her.
Cody, Addie and I were good, but with Vivi we’re great. I’m finally to a point in my life where there is so much wonderful the misery has a hard time ever making it to the surface.
I wish every life story could have a chapter in it like the one I’m living right now, or at least give hope to your current story that you will end up happy. I don’t know how, on what timeline, or how long it will last, but it will happen and when it does I wish even more that you are able to recognize and enjoy it.
To those of you who are still fighting for your babies? Keep fighting.
They are so worth it.