The other day I put up this picture on FB with the following caption:
I wonder if I’ll ever stop being surprised (and so, so grateful) that he’s here. #secondaryinfertility #oneoftheluckyones
I’m not quite sure why I put up status updates like that. I think I just want to make sure that other people in my feed, the ones who might be hurting and longing, know that I remember where I come from, that I don’t forget how lucky I am, how it could have been, just as easily, perhaps more easily, the other way around for me. His presence in my life is the ultimate gift, one I never take for granted, and I suppose I want people to know that.
And I think I want to remind everyone else, the ones who didn’t struggle, that not everyone gets to see their children as an inevitability, the obvious result of a desire to build a family. For some of us, our children’s presence in our lives is anything but inevitable. We had to fight for them, we had to imagine our lives without them, and we never forget what that imagined life looked like.
We never forget how lucky we are to live the other life, the one we barely let ourselves dream we’d be lucky enough to experience.
Do you ever make mention (large or small) of your infertility struggles? What do you hope to accomplish by doing so?