By Natasha Moore On Aug 3 2012, 9:00 am
My daughter is pregnant with her first child. That fact is even more special because she and her husband tried unsuccessfully for several years to conceive. It was so difficult to experience every devastating disappointment along with them. As a parent, I felt so helpless.
I think any heartbreak is doubly sharp when it is your child’s. You want life to go smoothly for your children, and when they struggle, you want to do anything you can to help them. But sometimes, oftentimes, there is nothing a parent can do. Nothing, except to be there for them. For support. For a shoulder to cry on. And if we’re lucky, to be there to celebrate when things work out the way we hope.
During this journey, I learned more than I ever wanted to know about infertility and its treatment. I may use some of it in a story some day. But for now I can look forward to a grandson at the end of November. And my chest is now filled with happiness. I think I’ll be starting my Christmas shopping a little early this year. And celebrating the holidays this year with even more joy!