“To the Target woman who walks by the baby clothes, delicately feeling everything she passes with her fingertips but doesn’t buy anything… I notice you. It was just last week that I completed it.
To the woman at the baby shower who sneaks into the restroom to stifle her tears and emerges with a grin… I notice you. As a result, I’ve avoided them.
‘Why not me?!’ says the woman at the grocery store who sees the pregnant teenager and the mother shopping in the middle of the day with five children in and around the cart. I notice you. I’d seen this woman before and secretly loathed her.
To the woman who parks her car at the reproductive clinic for a little longer than necessary before heading in for another appointment or treatment, because nothing wonderful has happened there yet… I notice you. I’ve been there but haven’t come back.
To the mom who prays for a baby who hasn’t arrived every morning, every night, and even harder every Sunday at church… I notice you. Speaking as a lady who has yet to conceive a kid, God does have a plan.
To the woman with a warrior’s heart who will never give up hope… I notice you. It’s me, you.
You’re not broken if you’re a woman who feels that way.
You are not alone if you are a woman who feels alone. I notice you.
Even if I know they battled, I silently cringe every time someone announces their pregnancy because it’s them instead of you. Right? We’ve all been there, I’m sure.
In all honesty, everyone who suffered from infant loss at the same time as I did last year is now pregnant. I can’t help but feel glad for them because it’s something I hope to have someday. You’re not the only one who feels this way.
Even if someone is fortunate enough to become pregnant on their first try, this does not guarantee that they will not face difficulties in the future.
Rainbows are one of my favorite things in the world. They provide me joy. The term “rainbow baby” irritates me. I choose not to think of my first child as a tornado that ripped my life apart.
To be honest, I’d do it all over again only to experience the same level of happiness. Though I dislike the term, I believe that each child is a gift from God, just as the rainbow was a promise to us.
“My thoughts are with you.”