It’s quiet here, dark and nearly silent except for the sound of wheels slowly rolling by. Intermittent, few and far between. Sleepy drivers headed off to work. I often wonder if they notice lights peeking from behind wooden blinds within my turret office space. The world has not yet woken to a new day dawning.
Life will never be the same from this day forward for a friend of mine who has struggled with the chronic condition of infertility. Yesterday, she and her husband were gifted the soft, sweet scents of a newborn baby boy during the twilight of yester night. Years of disappointment, medication, surgery, hope, miscarriage and financial hardship were finally rewarded with eight pounds of God’s miracle wrapped in cotton gauze at 7:02 pm.
It has been a difficult road for this friend of mine. For years and years, she too has been spinning her wheels. Rolling towards the day of motherhood. She married rather late in life by most standards. At nearly 36, she hadn’t found the right guy until she literally bumped into him at a local post office near closing one day. She had been busy running her own company while he was climbing the ladder in the mortgage industry. Babies were not even thought of until marriage which came soon after that fateful bump in the postal parking lot.
My friend and her husband traveled on a romantic Hawaiian honeymoon, settled into a beautiful home and immediately practiced making babies together. No luck. A couple of years went by without anything happening. She felt her baby clock ticking. Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes tuned into months which soon turned into a couple of years. Time was running out.
Gray clouds of depression surrounded my friend wherever she went. Babies seemed to be everywhere. If she saw a mother cradling an infant or heard a family member announce a new pregnancy, tightness tugged at her belly of emptiness. How could life be so unfair?
Before long my friend and her husband went to see a fertility doctor who referred them to a renowned specialist. Together, they tried several different protocols. Fertility drugs brought them no success. Soon they moved on to IVF. Hormone injections became a daily ritual followed by medical procedures, ultrasounds and careful monitoring. It was painful, frustrating and expensive. Twice, my friend felt the joy of early pregnancy, seeing two straight lines on an EPT test. Her husband smiled and big and wide while supporting her with all his might. Both times, she miscarried shortly thereafter, once ironically on the very morning of Mother’s Day.
Approximately five months ago my friend called to say she was pregnant once again. “This is our last try,” she said, hopefully. “I’ve taken a leave of absence from work to relax at home. No matter what happens, I’m going to enjoy this baby for as long as I have him.”
Tears of slight and salty ran down my face as I prayed for my friend together with her little family. Although unborn, the innocence within her womb was her last chance to birth a forever family.
So today I celebrate the miracle of life while congratulating my friend and her husband on their beautiful new bundle of baby blue. There are no words, not even for a writer to express what fills this new mother’s heart and soul as velvet skin rests upon the bare of her own for the very first time. It’s not only a new child that has been born into this world, but a forever family.
Welcome to the world little one.
*photo courtesty of Google