Hope

I am sorry for the lack of posts. I guess it's just summer.... lots to do but nothing very exciting. I have things I want to write about but seem incapable of forming cohesive sentences lately. I think maybe all the Dora (not to mention Wubbzy.... and Max and Ruby..... oh and don't forget the old standby of Yo Gabba...) has turned my brain to complete mush.

Last weekend Katie and Charlotte and I went to a wonderful get-together for all the ladies from my infertility support group and their beautiful babies (a group I've discussed before). My friend Lisa wrote about it here more eloquently than I ever could, even before my brain became Nogginized.

I've thought about it so much the last week, this group of women, how much we've all been through together and how much we really have meant to each other. Every single one of us has a story and have been through incredibly difficult times. And the thing I keep coming back to is hope. No matter what, we always had hope for each other. When we were hopeless for ourselves, when we had no faith left, these women still had hope. We never gave up on each other... never gave up hope that the low responder would suddenly grow eggs, the frozen embryos would thaw and turn into beautiful babies, the low beta would double overnight. The difficult pregnancy would get easier, the preterm labor would stop, the tiny preemies would grow healthy and strong. Hope that every last one of us would someday end up with our own miracle.

And these women always kept the hope and faith for my babies, for my sweet Jack especially. I remember seeing so many of them huddled outside the church on that freezing day of Jack's funeral. For so many reasons, and if for no other reason, I will keep hope and faith and love for all of them and all their beautiful amazing MIRACULOUS children forever.


(My own miracles enjoying the party.... especially the swingset!)