Because they were needed

I am not a very good writer, but lets be real its a story that needs to heard. 

There was never a point in my life, which I would have ever thought that I would meet someone that could not conceive children. Here is a story about my 30 year old aunt going through the trouble of trying to get pregnant.

 

Endometriosis, pretty much a painful, heart wrenching disease in which the acidity of a women’s blood kills your eggs in your ovaries.  Let’s all imagine what it would be like to know that your own body cannot help you conceive children. Being young, married, and ready for children. It all just went downhill from there. Thousands of dollars, three in vitro fertilization, three miscarriages, continuous thought “is this baby going to make it this time”, and the emotional pain; ending with an “I just give up”. 

A couple years ago, I could see the horrible emotional pain that I saw my aunt and uncle in. I thought to myself it must be so difficult to come to birthday parties, seeing her nieces with children, and have none of her own. I just could not imagine the feeling, always knowing you're not able to conceive, carry, and give birth to a child. 

I had threw the offer of carrying a child for them. Due to my weight, and my history of miscarriage and a stillbirth already; we all knew that I would not be a good match for them. Shortly after, I got pregnant with my third child. I knew for a fact that there was no possibility of her conceiving or getting the opportunity of giving birth. I asked her if she would want to come and support me during birth. She was super excited and made it for the whole thing. I was glad she came and it gave me a sense of peace knowing that I could at least do something for her.

Now four years later, with no children of her own. She made the hard decision of fostering a child. She was so excited, me as well, family and friends commenting on her blessed Facebook post that she had received her foster card. I always knew she was going to be a good mother, and knew that my uncle was going to be a good father. 

I now get to see them grow as husband and wife, mother and father. Three short days after they received there foster card, they got a phone call at 7 at night asking them if they would take two girls. My aunt said she only wanted one, but put her own wants and feelings aside for these little girls. 

I was told by my aunt, it was one long night of cuddling, feeding, changing diapers, singing songs. Hard enough for these little girls. A new home, new people and being scared, was turned into love, cuddles, happiness, and healthy meals along side happy parents who love and care for them. Finally, these girls get what they need, just because two people fell in love and wanted to spread more love. 

Now, I get to share this love, compassion, and strength with my daughter. Teach her what's important, and why we do what we need to do in order to love and support one another. We give our strength, wisdom, and comforts toward children and people just so that they will hopefully feel loved. Blessed that these little girls have taught us so much about life, we are so lucky we have them just as much as they are lucky to have us. 

All children need is a hand to hold with a smile. 

Loralee