Words can’t explain how hurt I was, my world was broken, my hurt ripped out of my chest…I could sit here and give you metaphors but none of them will give you an inkling of how I felt. I sulked and questioned why and pouted for a couple weeks and then I met with a pastor friend of ours. I decided I didn’t want to continue to feel like this, I needed to figure out a way to move on and we still had three totsicles left so there was still SOME hope left. When I met with the pastor, he read me this verse Romans 8:28, “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” This made me think maybe my calling was to bring knowledge to others about infertility.
My husband and I discussed that we weren’t ready to go through with the FET just yet. It was our last hope and I just wasn’t ready to let go of that hope yet. I spent the next 8 months working my tail off to get in shape and get healthy to make my body baby-ready. In August 2011, we started our FET and transferred all three totsicles.
Support…family, friends, bloggers. Also talking about it, whenever I could to whoever I could, it was nice to not have it all just bottled up inside of my head. Also, running and working out. I’ve never been a runner but being able to set a goal and accomplish something I could control helped me to get through the things I couldn’t control.
Let them lean on you and tell/guide you what they need from you. DO NOT tell them about someone else who went through the same thing, that it’ll get easier or any other else along those lines. Until you’ve walked a day in their shoes, you’ll never understand so the best thing you can do is simply to be a friend. Let them cry, vent, scream and then hug them and tell them you’ll be there no matter what.