A few months ago, I wrote an article about the physical and mental hardships my friend was going through as she was fighting infertility. I was watching from the outside, from miles and hours away. She’s a friend that I don’t get to see often, but a friend that I’ve always known is there if and when I need her. We’ve been in each other’s lives for as long as I can remember.
And my lifelong friend, I told you. You were meant to be a mom. We all told you – your time would come.
And my sweet friend, your time is here. It’s your turn.
In this world that’s been so full of fear, unknowns, injustice, and hardships lately, your greatest joy has come. A positive test, ultrasounds, a heartbeat, a life. Your world suddenly filled with happiness, hope, gratefulness, and rejoicing.
This baby is bringing good news to our world. He or she is bringing hope to other moms that are still in the infertility fight. Your baby is bringing hopes and dreams, plans and promises.
Maybe you were meant to be a mom during this uncertain time. While your friends and family knew that you were meant to be a mom, maybe God gave you an even bigger task of being pregnant right now, because He knew that you could be the bearer of great joy for so many.
You’re carrying your baby.
And you’re carrying great joy for so many others, too.
You’ve done so well, my friend. You went through treatments with grace, a positive spirit, and a smile. You’ve shared your story and been an open book. You prayed and hoped, researched, begged and pleaded.
And now, my “infertile” friend, it’s finally your turn.
I’ll still be here praying for you.
I’ll still be here waiting for you. But now? Now I’m waiting to know if I should buy pink or blue. For birth stats. For playdates. No more waiting for “if” or “when”.
It’s your turn. And just as I promised before – he or she is so loved.