There seems to be a sort of connection between us all in the IF world. We have a common story, though some of the details may be different, the general shape of the story is the same. I’ve made a new IF bloggin connection. Kate from Maybe Baby? has been leaving comments on my blog posts lately and I spent today reading through her blog from the first post to the most current post. I’m sure many of you have experienced the same thing, but it is as if I were reading something I wrote. Almost every word, every pain, every tear – they are mine as well.
She posted a song in April by Ray Lamontagne called “Let It Be Me”. It is a song that I’ve been listening to for months on the online radio station I play while at work. I never grasped the words though. I read that post and felt the connection. The connection to her, to the pain, to the words, to us all dealing with miscarriage and infertility.
There may come a time, a time in everyones life
where nothin seems to go your way
where nothing seems to turn out right
there may come a time, you just cant seem to find your way
for every door you walk on to, seems like they get slammed in your face
thats when you need someone, someone that you can call.
and when all your faith is gone
feels like you cant go on
let it be me
if its a friend that you need
let it be me
feels like your always commin on home
pockets full of nothin and you got no cash
no matter where you turn you aint got no place to stand
reach out for something and they slap your hand
now i remember all to well
just how it feels to be all alone
you feel like youd give anything
for just a little place you can call your own
thats when you need someone, someone that you can call
and when all your faith is gone let it be me.
While the song was playing in the background just now as I was working, I was over come with emotion. Mostly because I all of a sudden realized what I putting myself into this weekend. My husband and I are heading up to Minnesota for the weekend to see my parents. It hit me that I have not seen ANY of my family since I had my miscarriage in March. The last time I saw my family was in February at my mom’s birthday party, and I told them the good news – that I was pregnant.
On Easter Sunday my husband and I were visiting his family. I called home to wish everyone a Happy Easter. My grandma got on the phone and I broke into tears at the sound of her voice. It was very unexpected, and I don’t think she knew it happened. I will see her this weekend, and I’m not sure how I will deal.
In better news, just now as I was typing this blog and the tears were forming, the phone rang. It was my nurse at FCI (Fertility Centers of Illinois) where I go for my IF treatments. I had called earlier to talk about starting up the meds that will bring on my cycle (provera). I love my nurse there. She’s been amazing through this whole process. She was so happy when our IUI worked out and so upset when I told her I had lost the baby. She is calling into my pharmacy right now to order the meds and I can pick them up tonight! HUZZAH!! This post started with me feeling very sad, and I still am, but I’m very glad that it’s ending with some hope…perhaps a sign??