Tonight my husband took our son to his first baseball game. Three years ago I wasn’t sure that this would ever happen. I cannot tell you how many nights I cried and prayed that we would have a baby to share our love of baseball, our love of music, our love for each other.
Three years ago we started our IVF journey. It was a physically and emotionally painful process, but worth every single needle prick, every single vial of blood taken, every single uncomfortable ultrasound. This moment…Matt with our son at a ballgame…may seem just like a dad taking his son to a game. But to me it is so much more.
It reminds me that prayers work and miracles do happen. It reminds me not to take life for granted. It reminds me that I was beyond blessed when we had not one, but three tiny babies to complete our family. And I thank God for them every single day. To anyone struggling with infertility…I am here to answer any questions you may have or if you just need a shoulder to cry on. I have been there. Please know that my heart is with you.