I blogged about Mother's Day as a person who was facing a life without children here. That was in 2013, just three months before I would find myself holding a positive pregnancy test.
I was strong then. I had moved past a lot of my fears and worries and hangups about not being able to have children. It didn't happen overnight but I got there and I felt confident that Mother's Day wouldn't cause me to fall apart.
I know there are other women out there that aren't strong yet. And that is okay. You don't have to be strong. You just be you. For me, it was other occasions that sent me into an emotional rage. Visiting the Pumkpin Patch in the Fall with my nieces and seeing dozens of other families, chasing after their kids, playing with them in the corn bath and picking out pumpkins was my "fall apart" moment year after year.
But I won't forget the pain. Having a child after going through infertility doesn't erase the memories. In my case, it has made them stronger. I probably spend too much time questioning why things worked out the way they did. Why did I have to go through that in the first place? Why did I get pregnant when I was least expecting it? Why am I so lucky to get to raise this incredible human when so many friends are struggling?
I don't have the answers but I can tell you-I won't forget what it is like to be in your shoes. And I hope someday, you find yourself in mine.