It’s official, infertility is a bitch. I know, brainwave right? You know what sucks worse than infertility? Surviving it, holding your children and having to watch a friend struggle through it.
Seeing their hurt, knowing their pain, wanting to protect them, shield them. Wanting to come up with the magic words that make them feel better, desperately searching for that magic combination of letters. Always falling short.
What can you say to help someone grieving anew each month? Because that’s what it is. Every cycle you start with hopes and dreams that ends in bleeding and heartbreak you grieve again. It’s a cruel cycle.
Why must it be so hard?? Why them?? I see their hearts bursting with love to shower upon a baby. Their kindness, tenderness, generosity. They are going to be the best kind of parents, the ones that find everything their child does a joy, the ones whose children grow secure in their patents love always. Any child would be blessed to have them as parents. Why must they struggle?
My heart hurts for them, yearns for their dream to come true. My words don’t have the magic I want them too. All they can do is convey how much I love them. How closely I am holding them as they walk this cruel road. How much I wish I could DO something to help. All I can do is love them.
Infertility is a cruel bitch.