Wednesday, November 7, 2012
The Heart Wants What the Heart Wants
I'd like to say that I'm completely comfortable being done having children. But that would be a lie. My heart betrays any words I could ever utter. I want to raise a son. My body just doesn't understand. Six full terms pregnancies, six cesarean sections, two funerals and two periods of mourning and raising four little girls in ten years has taken a toll. Okay, a pretty big toll. I have done two back to back pregnancies twice, both on the heels of a c-section and smack dab in the middle of my period of mourning. My body and my mind finally told me it was enough. My head knew that ending my child bearing years was the right choice before my doctor told me that my uterus had thinned out to the point where another pregnancy would be inadvisable. Tell that to my heart. There is not a day that goes by when I am not aware of what is missing in this house, this family. It's not always a conscious "whoa" type of thought. It most often draws no tears. But it's there nonetheless. So I still haven't come to terms with what is and what it is that I deeply want.