This means I’ve been on progesterone 3 months and I am not pregnant.
Am I sad? Indeed.
But, waiting for a baby hasn’t been..
It just hasn’t been as painful as I thought it would be.
I’ve been trying to unpack my feelings on this.
Asking myself if I’ve just stuffed my feelings.
What I’ve realized is….
Bella has taught me one thing and one thing real good:
This too shall pass.
I am not a patient person (though I work on it).
And I am not good at not getting what I want (ask my parents!).
I’m a bit baffled as to why I’m not a hotter mess waiting for another child. To some extent I know for a fact it’s because of all those praying me through this. There are moments where I literally feel the prayers said on my behalf holding my head above water when it would have be so easy to slip and let myself drown.
But what I really realize. Is that the gift I have, this special gift of unexplainable peace and patience. This gift is because of Bella.
With her FPIES and EOE we face years of being patient. She may outgrow FPIES by age 3 or 4 (or she may not). Her soy reaction was at 9 months. So right out of the shoot, we had 2-3 years ahead of us of not knowing….and waiting.
And…this period of waiting has taught me, how to wait.
Like I said, waiting for a baby month after month, would have drowned me in sorrow and anxiousness; prior to Bella.
I have moments and days where I cry (usually Day 1 of my cycle!). But generally speaking, I am doing ok.
Thing is. I’ve learned how to tread water. Before Bella, the boat would have gotten rocky and I would have fallen apart and drowned simply in the vast amount of my own tears shed.
But now, it seems the boat can rock, toss me out and I can be in deep, deep waters….and yet… I can tread.
Now hear me out. I much prefer to be in the boat, with a cool beverage and sun beaming on my face – much prefer. But and since, rough waters is what I’m facing, I can tread.
I will tread.
And please, do know, I am in rough waters.
It’s not easy waiting. And with every arm I push out to keep myself afloat I am weary. With every breath I take to bob along the water or with every push of inertia to excel over a wave coming my way, I find myself tired and worn.
And let me tell you, I have NEVER in my life been so interested in my own nipples. Or my body, in general, for that matter. If you’ve tried for a baby you know what this odd fixation is; this thing where you wonder many’a moments if you are pregnant so you read every potential sign your body may be giving you.
Did I just pee more often than usual?
Was that a mood swing (or do I need to sign up for anger management?!)
Am I tired, tired – or have I just been on my feet since 7AM?
You get it. And I’m stuck in it. Just because I’m doing ok waiting doesn’t meant I’m not waiting; looking for signs that this season will pass.
But. In the midst of the weariness I feel strength.
(LEMME tell you, waiting is work!)
But this? This work. It makes me stronger.
Like a good work out, this waiting is.
And it is a beautiful thing when you realize you can face your deepest fear….
In the depth of longing, there is strength and living.
I am not alone. (Jesus hold me up in this water if I get too weak!)
And I am getting stronger.
All this beauty in waiting.
All this because of Bella.
This too shall pass.
God’s gift to me; in her.
• Kaylee (and husband, Dan) have one daughter, Miss Bella, who lives in a world of FPIES,EoE, Delay in Gastric Emptying. Kaylee works full-time at Start Garden and fine-tunes plans to take over the world while driving to doctors’ appointments.