This morning I was thinking about infertility and babies, and I realized this:
When you finally have a baby after fertility treatments (or however- maybe even naturally?), you might forget for just a minute that you ever had trouble getting pregnant. Or maybe not forget, but you stop worrying about it for a minute. You’re all: EEEE! NEW BABY! MY BABY! WE HAD A BABY! WE DID IT!
And for just a minute- a split second even- you’re in lala land. You’re in paradise.
But having that sweet baby doesn’t really take away the problem you had in the first place. Or, most of the time it doesn’t.
I had a baby. A beautiful, precious gift of a baby.
But I still have PCOS.
I hoped to God that having this baby would fix it. But it didn’t.
I still have PCOS. I still don’t get my period. I feel pregnant a lot, but never am. I am still broken.
Having a baby doesn’t stop the brokenness- physically or emotionally. It helps, but it doesn’t heal.
Just throwing that out there.