UNKINDEST CUT

I'm having a very hard time.  For a project, I've spent most of Wednesday reading infertility, IVF, adoption and other blogs written by would-be parents who are unable to conceive.  This 25-year old photo is of two boys, my sons, conceived in no time.  Granted there was a miscarriage in between that hit us very hard, but the blessing of these two little boys came rapidly and without incident.

I'm familiar with this issue - I have so many friends with adopted kids -- but the articulateness of these women and the agony of repeated technical failures they describe, is unthinkable.  It's so ironic - years spent in your twenties worrying that you ARE pregnant, then this.

I can't imagine many experiences more painful -- though they existed even in biblical times (remember the pain of Sarah, Hannah and Rachel?) and they're for a lifetime.  "Do you have kids?" is the classic ice-breaker.  It just reminds me one more time of the blessings in my life.  It's not that I don't appreciate my kids every day; as my sons will tell you I'm a bit over the top where they are concerned.  And I'm tiresome on that fact that they're a blessing and a joy.

What I don't often consider is the fact that we had them so easily - that they are, quite literally, a gift.  My heart breaks for my sisters not blessed with this privilege - and I won't soon forget their pain. 

Comments

[Lori]

Truly one of the great mysteries - and inequalities - of life.

[Martha Flumenbaum]

Daniel is so cute. . .