Over the weekend, I requested to join a couple of Infertility groups on Facebook.
As I got approved for the groups last night, I popped in and read a couple of posts.
Wow. Holy emotional blindside, Batman!
The vast majority of the time, I’ve made peace with my infertility – I even almost went to a baby shower earlier this year! 1 Thessalonians 5:18 tells us “in everything give thanks; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” I truly believe that God has a plan for me – and I am indescribably grateful that His plan has led me to foster parenting – and I’m not sure I could have convinced SuperDad to foster if we’d been able to conceive.
But reading the stories of women that are still in the trenches – still fighting infertility… That was intense. I was definitely caught off guard by the rush of emotions.
I feel pulled to participate in these groups – to provide support to these women that are still struggling, if only to serve as a witness to their battle with unspeakable heartache – and maybe a ray of hope to those looking for alternatives to the fight… I want to let them know that it IS okay to stop treatment – to stop trying. I want to let them know that it is possible to fall absolutely head-over-heels in love with a child someone else gave birth to.
So I’m going to do my best to stick it out with these groups. If I can help one women find peace, or help another family discover the joy of foster parenting… Then I can help save more starfish.