Infertility


From the time they were both children they knew they wanted to be parents one day.  As a little boy he played with Legos.  Later he grew to be an architect, designing their first house on a hill with a bedroom hiding a bunk for a daughter or a son.

When his wife was budding and sweet, she wrapped dolls in delicate dresses designed in her head.  Today, she works for a French baby boutique where she crafts delicate window displays.  This petite woman waves her magic wand fashioning the glass to look like a movie set fit for royalty.

This husband and wife have been to every doctor where they have tried all of the tests.  She has taken her assorted pills, held the glass thermometer under her tongue, and kept a paper chart with a pen.  With a kiss to the cheek, he’s given her the shots, and together they have endured rounds of IVF.   His wife has been poked and prodded and even tried surgery to give it her very best.

Now there are no more chances.  No more money in the bank to pay.  No more options for them.  No more ways to go.  They are finished, and all done, except for one.  Adoption.

Together they are the most wonderful couple, loving and warm.  They make a good living and have a better marriage than most.  They own a welcoming home that is ready and waiting for this baby of their own.  If blessed, the wife will stay home to raise her child of course.  It was never discussed or or whispered.  Silently understood it would always be her choice.

The nursery has been ready for years, I think now.  They want a baby so badly and yes, they’ve had a few close calls.  Everything is waiting for the blessed even.  The bear in the crib, books on the shelves and the stars on the walls.  If wind whispers the door may slightly open or the cradle may gently rock.   If you look up, “Humpty Dumpty” on the wall makes a sound, tick-tock…….tick-tock.

The latest word from the adoption agency has been a big fat D.E.N.I.A.L.  Is it because this couple would not be good parents?  Do they not have enough love to give to their baby-to-be?  No, the answer is simple.  The doting daddy is fifty.  Too old to give love to a child in the bureaucrat’s eyes you see.

Still, this team of husband and wife is mighty determined.  They have not given up.  They are filling out new forms and looking on the Internet.  A nursery is waiting for their baby to be……

18 thoughts on “Infertility

  1. This is really touching. They shouldn’t give up…keep pressing and pushing, keep praying… something is gonna give in. These words have been my mantra; “Failure will never overtake me if my determination to succeed is strong enough.” — Og Mandino. I believe.

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  2. This certainly is a beautiful nursery. I am so saddened to hear this news. I can’t even imagine what they are going through. Tell them not to give up. Everyone will start praying again, as we know how the power of prayer really does work. I believe God will bless them with a beautiful baby very soon. Determination shall prevail. I’ll be praying, starting right this minute.
    How are you today, Kim? You doing ok? I hope your health is staying in check and you don’t come down with this nasty flu bug. I can’t get rid of it. Stay warm, my friend.

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    • Thanks, Tammy. Hopefully, a baby soon! You have to get rid of that bug! My voice gets tested again on Wednesday. I’ve been practicing all of my “sounds,” so good news for me? I will let you know. If so, I will proceed, if not…? Get well my friend.

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      • Yes, yes, Please God, a baby soon. Real soon.
        Still fighting this bronchitis, in fact, I’m doing a breathing treatment as I type this. Had to stop the prednisone. As long as it stays bronchitis, I’ll be ok. No worries.
        Do you mind if I ask why you are getting your voice tested? I didn’t know there was a problem. If you don’t want to answer my nosey question, it’s quite alright. I just wasn’t aware of any problem with your voice. And, what do you mean by you will proceed? I think I must have missed something, somewhere. Well, I wish you the best of luck with your voice. Maybe you’ll be singing up a few songs or something like that. I hope it all goes well for you. I’ll be praying for you. How’s Charlie coming along? I hope he’s continuing to recover as he was last time I asked. Have a great day and I hope to hear a report about your voice as soon as you know something.

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      • Oh, I thought you knew. Read my post, “Sounds.” I have a paralyzed vocal cord. Long story. Could always be much worse, as you know. I get tested by my doctor again tomorrow so I’m hoping for good results! Charlie is doing well, recuperating and healing slowly but surely. It will take time. So glad to hear you are NO worse! Still, bronchitis is no fun. I’m saying my prayers for you, as always my “WildThang.”

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      • Oh, ok. Going to read that post right now. Can you not talk? Now that would be quite a bummer for me because I’m quite the talker and can barely keep my mouth shut for seconds. I hope everything turns out ok tomorrow. I’ll be praying for you, my dear friend. Good to hear Charlie is healing, no matter how slow. Healing is healing and that’s moving in the right direction. Very happy to hear this. Going to read your post now. Talk soon. XXXXXX Wild Thang 🙂

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      • When I do, it’s a strain on my “working” vocal cord. Doesn’t sound very good either. Hurts the throat as well. So, I’m using a lot of hand signals these days. I think my family kind of likes me this way. Ha, ha!

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      • You must be a chatter box like Wild Thang. We’re gonna get along just great, so you better get that voice back, so we can chat while drinking our wine. LOL Feel better my friend.

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      • Yes, mam, we will. You gotta get that voice fixed, though, cause we have a lot to talk about, I’m sure. We are women and that’s just what we do. LOL 🙂

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