Before there was 3, there was 1 (a journey through infertility)

After having three babies in three years, it’s hard to believe I was ever once considered to be infertile. But looking back, there I was, walking down the hospital corridor, heading to my procedure, when I looked down at the form the nurse had given me and saw the word INFERTILE. It was like a kick to the stomach really, never having quite thought of myself as that just yet and even looked the form over to make sure it was mine. But indeed it was. Apparently, the medical community considered me to be Infertile.


Before there was three, there was waiting… lots and lots of waiting.
Before there was three, there was a tiny pink plus sign, joy and celebratory dinners.
Before there was three, there was bleeding… lots and lots of bleeding.
Before there was three, there was a doctor’s visit, empty ultrasounds, and tears. so. many. tears.
Before there was three, there was frustration, specialists and tests.
Before there was three, months and then years dragged by while we smiled and congratulated endless friends on their new arrivals.
Before there was three, there was anger with God and lost hope and sobs from the last pew of the church one Christmas Eve service.
Before there was three, we resigned to try another way, regardless of the expense attached to it and awaited the next phase on our tiring journey.
While we waited for the next step to begin…
There was One.
The one that surprised us all.
The one small blob on the ultrasound screen, the one tiny heartbeat that turned everything around.
The one that proved them all wrong.
There was One.
And then there was two and no one was more surprised than us when there was three.
Who are you calling Infertile?