Fighting For Real Hope In 2017

My husband and I have been fighting to become parents since 2011; a declaration fraught with a variety and intensity of losses that I couldn’t have imagined when we innocently decided we were ready to start our family six years ago. I am asked all the time how we are able to keep at this excruciating pursuit ― that is, how we continue to have hope in this area of our lives in the face of intense tragedy. As we gladly put 2016 behind us and look to 2017, I have been highly reflective of what it means to have hope ― the real kind that propels us forward to act and change. I sense that is what so many of us are deeply seeking as we start this tumultuous new year. So to 2017, my resolution of hope: Two and a half years ago, my husband and I were sent home from the hospital the morning after giving birth to our son. Unlike most discharge stories you hear, our ride home didn’t include a nervous father driving cautiously below the speed limit while a frazzled mom fussed over him in the car seat. Instead, it was just the two of us in the front seats of our Corolla, driving home in complete silence. The previous evening, our son had been stillborn after battling an extremely rare congenital condition. While our kind nurses said we could stay at the hospital as long as we needed, I feared that if we didn’t leave that morning they would need to admit me forever. It was an unspeakably miserable ride home, which was mercilessly extended by rush hour traffic in B...
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