Mother of a 2 week old son.
(please disregard my roots, please!)
My husband and I were married for 7 months when we knew we needed to start a family.
The next month we were pregnant.
I didn't anticipate to get pregnant so fast, I thought it would take a few months at most.
I was overjoyed to become a mother.
Charles Owen Baggett III came into my life and I was in heaven. Every. Single. Day.
Still am. He is my heaven on earth.
I know why the Lord blessed me with a child at that time, and I am forever grateful.
8 months passed and I became the Relief Society president in our married student ward.
I became aware of the struggles and trials many sisters were facing regarding infertility.
They shed tears and told me about their righteous desires to have children.
It was humbling and I will never forget those sisters.
Not many sisters knew my own struggle to get pregnant again.
I didn't want to bring it up, especially since I already had a child.
I should be grateful for my one child that took me absolutely one month to conceive, right?
Well, a year passed and I had been released and my little family moved here to Georgia.
We found out we were pregnant in December 2011 and I felt like all my prayers were being answered.
I was on cloud 9 until January 2, 2012.
That's when I had my miscarriage.
The first week was difficult. There was a lot going on.
Husband started a new job then lost it, I was starting my last semester of college and my son got sick.
All in the same week.
It sunk into me what was happening to me and my family.
Very real. Very sad.
Then, 2 months ago I had a chemical pregnancy. Have you ever heard of it?
You get a positive result on the day of your missed period then a few days later your period starts.
It felt like such a disappointment. But what happened happened. I moved on. I went to California for a nice 2 week break and enjoyed every minute of life with my family.
In retrospect:
The last 2 years have been a fight on my knees.
Pleading with the Lord.
Asking for peace.
Asking for comfort.
Asking for relief.
Asking for another baby.
I have learned a little bit more of how those women feel now, the ones who struggle with infertility.
Most of you.
Most of our mothers. Most of our grandmas. Most of the women in our lives.
Whether you are struggling to have your first, second, or sixth child.
If all the waiting, my miscarriage and that darn chemical pregnancy helped me learn this, then I am thankful.
It has been worth it.
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