My mom went with me to my first OB appointment to discuss infertility. She was there when I lost it in the bathroom at TJMaxx, after I started my period. Again. And last week, she passed me tissues as we watched my baby's heart beating.
In September, on the day my husband and I celebrated our second wedding anniversary, I received this message from my dad. This was before the successful round of Clomid. Before the pregnancy. Before my dad knew he was going to be a grampap.
Dear Jo,
As your biggest fan, it saddens me to see that your hope is deferred and your heart, well it’s a little sick (just finished reading your blog). I wish I could fix it – I would. I wish I could buy it – I would. I wish. I wish, I HOPE. I ask God and keep on asking. I cry. I love you.
Dad.
PS: Happy anniversary. I want you to know I think very highly of your John and have come to love him as my own son.
Like I said, my parents are amazing. And they're going to make great grandparents.
Dad, Mom, I love you both. And I am so thankful for you.
5 comments:
That's one of the sweetest things I've ever read. That's great that your parents are right behind you every step of the way! :)
I'm so happy for you and your family!
This brought tears to my eyes!!! How amazing and sweet! Your parents sound awesome!
How wonderful! What a blessed family this little one is being brought into. Have a great Thanksgiving!
That was so sweet.
Ohhhhh!! I almost cried! Your Dad sounds like a wonderful man!
It was so sweet of you to comment on my blog! I found you through the Conceive blogs and your sweet spirit made you one of my favorites (that and your awesome eye for all things pretty!). You gave me hope when you got your BFP. Isn't this part fun?! When you hear the little heartbeat, it just makes that whole nightmare worth it!
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