Infertility Reaps Gratitude

*why I won’t complain about my baby*

A pastor's wife
Nov 4 · 2 min read

So many people struggle to get pregnant.

In a world that shouts about unwanted pregnancies and the right to choose, fertility struggles can feel so much more suffocating.

I’ve never struggled with fertility, but friends of mine have and still are. While I’m celebrating going public that I’m pregnant with my first, they’re mourning the loss of ones they never met. And I’ve learned that I never want to complain about my baby or my pregnancy. Let me tell you why.

Every aspect of raising a child is a blessing. From morning sickness to waking up every two hours the first few weeks, there is nothing to complain about. A mother who has longed to meet just one of her miscarried babies full term and face to face would give up so much to suffer a sleepless night with a newborn in her arms.

She would long for one person to tell her, “he looks just like his father.”

Her heart would leap at the sight of the baby’s first steps, even though those steps would lead to endless hours chasing him around the house and keeping him out of trouble.

Her mind would never stop mulling over the sound of her baby whispering “I love you mama” before she nodded off after a bedtime story.

We can’t know what every person is going through, so before we complain about our children in or out of the womb, we must think of those who haven’t been blessed with children.

It’s going to be hard, but I want to try never complaining about life with my child now and post-delivery.

Every second with my child is a blessing.

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