Do you remember the SNAIF (Sleepless Night Attributed to Infertility)? I honestly thought that all my sleepless nights going forward would be about my babies. I never thought infertility would give me another moments restlessness. But it turns out that when you care about other people their infertility struggles and trials and sadness can ruin a good nights sleep.
Last night I lay in bed worrying about my friends. My friends who carry scars, my friends who have been through hell, my friends who are still in hell. I worry about my friends with survivor guilt, the one’s holding their precious angels in their arms and yet feel so guilty that they get to do this when others don’t. My friends who I know, my friends who I have met, my friends who are only in the interweb. Even those with their babies are still struggling and that is just not fair. Why can infertility not just be something we graduate from and leave behind, something that we can heal from, something that the scars fade in time and the pain disappears completely.
Sorry if this is cryptic, but these are not my stories to tell.