Friday, August 26, 2016

Infertility, miscarriage, and a sweet baby named Emory

So I haven't been married long, but people are always asking Rory and I when we are going to start having kids. The timeline is our business, folks. Haha. But here's the thing- I long and yearn to be a mom. I have wanted that for just about as long as I can remember. There are other women who share this same sentiment and desire- to be a mother and raise children to love the Lord. But sometimes life makes things just a little more complicated than we would like them to be.

When Rory and I first started dating, his older sister Julie was pregnant at the time. She was his first family member that I met, and we hit it off pretty easily. She's pretty awesome. Anyways, Rory had told me a little of their story and how they had struggled to get pregnant, how this baby was going to be such an amazing blessing and a big bundle of joy at just the right time. It was so fun to walk through pregnancy with her and to meet sweet little Emory when she came to us in March of last year. But the road was bumpy and filled with more than their fair share of heartache.

A few months back, Julie took the time to write out their story in several parts on her own blog. I've asked her permission to share it today, because I want to encourage others who are silently suffering or who just need a little bit of hope. Enjoy, my friends, and make sure you have some tissues nearby. And if you're a mama, hug your babies all that much more tighter.

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part Last

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