If it wasn’t for miracle baby #1, there’d be no miracle baby #2.
Ginny O believes others can relate. She believes others may have struggled with infertility, just like her.
Infertility used to be this thing of shame. Just read the Old Testament where all the women weep because they’re barren. A vessel unfilled. It is their identity.
Today, women label themselves as other things: career professional, aunt, leader, lover of dogs, sister, writer, musician, artist, biker babe. WOMEN ARE NOT BARREN.
Ginny O tried for six years. The doctors called it “unexplained infertility.” They told her that she might be allergic to her husband’s sperm. They told her that the two of them might just be incompatible.
Other people called them “those people who just want to have dogs” or “those people who don’t like kids.” They didn’t want to talk about the wanting, so they let others label them.
They tried lots of things: charting, Clomid, artificial insemination. And finally, the huge financial (and emotional) commitment of IVF.
They put their truck up for collateral, and they took out a loan at the bank to pay for their dreams. Praise Jesus, IVF worked for them. It’s impossible to describe how they felt when they saw that heartbeat on the ultrasound at six weeks. It was miraculous.
And baby #1 arrived nine months later. Followed 11 months later by baby #2 – who miraculously appeared out of the ether. Not quite the immaculate conception, but Ginny’s body didn’t make babies and yet, baby #2 just turned two.
She believe this happened because she skipped birth control and the science of IVF taught her womb how to house new life.
IVF was her ticket to motherhood. But it sure took her a long time to embrace the possibilities of it: What if it doesn’t work? What if we can’t afford it? What if we have twins?
The questions, the worries, the what if’s ran deep and long.
But they took the plunge and what a thing they’d have missed if they hadn’t. Those two babies: miracle boys and best of friends.
So, maybe others can relate. Or maybe others need reassurance that love and family can come in many flavors.
Because families are created through biology, technology, and official and unofficial adoption. Especially the unofficial kind where others can simply (and majestically) choose to embrace and love their neighbors.
Who is your neighbor? Walk outside and see.
Ginny Olson is the author of the blog MothersRest, a love letter to moms, both new and seasoned, journeying from sleep deprived to joy-arrived. When not riding-herd over two small male children, Ginny works full time at a global nonprofit that specializes in leadership development and teaches Marketing for Nonprofits at the local university.