Mourning Has Broken

Well, i guess you can say that the mourning is over. I'm no longer mourning the loss of my unborn children, and I no longer suffer from permanent infertility--the two reasons i started this blog. Instead, dh and i have been downgraded to the garden variety infertility and have become residents of ivf nation.

I never imagined that when i started mourning that it would be over so "soon" or that life would take all the turns that it has. When you're told that you can never ever have children and should you try, you will pass on severe genetic defects to your offspring, life as you know it (the one you lived for, the only one you ever dreamt about) is over. All that is left is a barren wasteland of bleak emptiness. How do you go on from there?

It's not something i can answer with logic. All logic points to is that you cant go on. But the human spirit is not always limited by logic (fortunately) and finds a way to shine on, regardless.

I am going to keep this blog open to help others who find themselves suddenly incapable of conceiving and overwhelmed with loss and sadness. I recommend the books i have listed here to start. I also recommend a good grief counselor, who specializes in infertility. I would like to welcome any comments from anyone who has found other books or tools helpful in dealing with the loss of fertility.

In the meantime, I will be starting a new journey at The Fertile Soul.

Take care and God bless.

Morning has broken, like the first morning

Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird

Praise for the singing, praise for the morning

Praise for the springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven

Like the first dewfall, on the first grass

Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden

Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning

Born of the one light, Eden saw play

Praise with elation, praise every morning

God's recreation of the new day

Morning Has Broken, Cat Stevens