I hope you had a wonderful Easter weekend. I am writing this post on Sunday night, a glass of wine and dairy free ice cream on my nightstand. It’s 8PM and I’m exhausted. We had a packed weekend filled with some great family time. The problem with fun weekends, is the To-Do list never gets tackled and the unpreparedness I feel for the work week to start tomorrow is creeping in. But I’ve decided to end the weekend spending time to write this post rather than tidy up. And so, I write this cuddled up in bed, underneath a mound of clothing that was thrown and discarded after trying on several different outfits before settling on one today because.. postpartum bodies, yah know?
If you follow me on instagram you may have seen my post from yesterday. But for those of you who don’t, a little background. This Easter weekend has been an emotional roller coaster that I wasn’t expecting. I found myself crying yesterday while holding Evelyn feeling so overwhelmed with gratitude. Two years ago, we had a miscarriage during Easter weekend. So this time, two years later, being able to experience it as a mother and being able to hold my child, has been … I don’t have the words except to say “#Blessed.”
I know my posts since getting pregnant have been all pregnancy and motherhood and it may seem that I’ve completely forgotten about our TTC struggles but I still walk with those scars. I think of my TTC friends and readers often. I don’t know what your story will be. But I know that our struggle to start a family has made our marriage stronger, has made us individually better and has made us better parents. There’s no greater bond than going through tragedy together and making it to the other side. We are like every other parent and have days where we struggle, where we are frustrated, tired, hangry… so, so hangry… We’re not in a constant state of parental bliss. But in those moments, we also know how fortunate we are, how badly we wanted this, how much it took to get here.
So this weekend, my thoughts and prayers are with all the couples struggling right now to start (or continue to grow) their family. It can feel so hopeless at the time. But please know you are not alone or forgotten or invisible. I haven’t forgotten your stories, I’m not oblivious to your pain and I continue to walk with you in sisterhood.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11