Motherly Love

For those of you that know my story, you know that it took Brent and I almost 3 years and lots of fertility treatments to get pregnant. So, when Mother’s Day comes around it feels bittersweet. So sweet because I have my 3 babies finally here! Okay, they are moody teenagers at the moment, but still. Bitter because I worry and feel for all those people and couples that are longing for their babies to come to them.

I feel so passionate about people going through the dark days of infertility that I also tied it into my novel, Crazy On You. It is such a big part of my life. And it seems to always be close to the forefront of my mind. I’m telling you they were the hardest years of my life. And this was before anyone admitted they had fertility treatments. NO ONE WAS TALKING ABOUT IT. But, I was. I refused to be put in a box of shame and so I told EVERYONE. And guess what – it helped.

I’m so happy that there are so many resources, options, medical breakthrus, etc. now. But, the pain that comes from longing for a baby is like no other. It seems like it should be so simple, so basic, so primal and when it does not happen for whatever reason, it’s a pain like no other.

So, to all those of you out there that struggle with infertility or are in the dark days of trying to find your baby – you are not alone. If I may – start talking about it.

And to all the mother’s out there. We are so blessed, aren’t we?