I....want to say something.

Infertility destroyed me. Every single last part of me died. My hope. My happiness. Most of my relationships. My trust. My passions. My hobbies. My heart. And my soul. (1/6)

When I talk about Bennett, it heals little parts of me that were stolen away and broken. I honestly don’t ever think I will truly heal. But he brings so much light that I never thought I would have again.

Some days...infertility still steals from me though. (2/6)

I am still infertile. My husband and I really don’t know if we will ever have a child of our own. Bennett was a completely unexpected blessing in which God orchestrated every single detail. “Unplanned” in human eyes but an answer to thousands of prayers nonetheless. (3/6)

I know my personal timeline has shifted from the heartache of infertility to preparing anxiously for Bennett.

But I still absolutely feel the pain of infertility and sympathize deeply with my friends still suffering. If anything, I pray harder for you guys. (4/6)

I totally understand how much it hurts seeing my prayers be answered but still feeling like you’re talking to the ceiling. I understand if you need distance.

But please understand that I still do hurt like I did before may 24th. I have and never will “forget”. (5/6)

I don’t know. It’s been heavy on my heart for awhile but I never had the words. Tonight while scrolling I saw a tweet that just...sparked these words. Who knows. I may still delete this thread. (6/6)