It’s infertility awareness week, and I’ve been mulling over what I’d like to say for a few days. ✍🏻 It’s funny- adoption was always in our plans, infertility wasn’t. It’s not for anyone. It’s just that I’d already had a biological child and wasn’t expecting it. (I found out later that it’s called #secondaryinfertility). After Knox was born, I miscarried four times before I went to a specialist who did an operation that allowed me to conceive our little blond fireball- Liv. We named her Liv because we were so thankful for LIFE. 💫
We’d started our adoption process before any of the miscarriages happened, because we knew we would adopt regardless- God had set that in our hearts before we were ever married. We didn’t expect it to take 5 years to complete, but we’d do it again and wait even longer if we had to. 🇨🇳 But God knew the story of these two. While I cried and was angry and was hurt by things people said (“you’ll definitely get pregnant now that you’re adopting” should be considered a cuss word) or didn’t say...He saw these beautiful girls and took care of me. I was surrounded by loving friends and family who let me just be. 💜
So if you’re waiting for a child...adopted or biological, or you’re hurting after loss, or you know someone who is (you do, trust me). Let them be. Pray over them. They don’t need advice. They might want to talk about it, they might not. Tell them how they are valuable to you. How they have purpose, here and now.
Your story may not end like mine, but if it does I can tell you it is so, so good. ☺️