My brave, beautiful friend Julie wrote this post yesterday. If you will, read it; share it.
When does a woman become a mother? Is when her first child is born? At some point during the pregnancy? (Please I don’t mean to instigate an abortion debate.) Or is it sometime before…when she chooses to cultivate a life that is so ready to welcome a child? When she proactively seeks and works to find a child who needs her? In my mind, Julie is already a mother, the best kind of mother, and I cannot wait to meet the kid(s) she’ll love and raise.
After my third round of injections and intrauterine insemination did not result in a pregnancy (go here for more on my infertility), I curled up in bed and slept for over 24 hours. I was depressed, even though my physicians assured me that I would, eventually, get pregnant. I cannot imagine going through three miscarriages, at least one during the second trimester, in a year. That takes a certain kind of character that is very, very rare.
Check out Julie’s story, even if just to read something remarkable or to leave a bit of encouragement.
anna in med school 