525,600 moments so dear
How do you measure, measure a year?
In surgeries, in heartbreak
In strength, in lots of prayer
In tears, in hope, in laughter, in love
In 525,600 minutes
How do you measure, a year in the life?
I can't believe how far we have come in 1 year. This is the week we made it to Boston and back for my Hysteroscopy to correct my Asherman's Syndrome. We drove 14 hours straight to Boston in Hurricane Sandy, we spent the night, had surgery at 8 am and were back on the road by 9 am to get home to my little girl.
I was filled with hope, anticipation, anger, fear and every other emotion possible. Was this going to be our year?
As I sit here 35 weeks pregnant, this was our year. This was our year to take back control of my body. This was our year to expand our family. This was our season of love!
I wasn't sure we would make it to this point. I wasn't sure what the plan for us would be, but I was sure that I would never give up. It wasn't easy. There were a lot of tears and a lot of moments that I wish I could take back my hurtful words. But there were moments of pure joy, pure love for our family, that I wouldn't trade for the world.
I don't know how I made it through, and I sure don't know if this storm is over. But I am damn sure I'm not the same person that walked into it. I love harder, I appreciate things more and I realized I am a lot stronger than I ever thought I was.
When it comes to infertility, the answers are difficult. Some times they are unknown, unacceptable and down right heartbreaking, but I am here to remind you, don't give up!! As Jimmy Fallon said, "Try every avenue; try anything you can do, 'cause you'll get there. You'll end up with a family, and it's so worth it. It is the most 'worth it' thing."