Infertility, Parenting

I Want a Box to Check When We’ve Finished Hurting

Urban Violets

“We’re pregnant.” I hear the hesitation in her voice over the phone. She’s ecstatic but hurting because she knows she’s hurting me. I don’t want my hurt to hurt her, too. I’m sick of hurting and being fragile. 

Fragile is for teacups. I don’t want to be a teacup. I want to be galvanized steel. (I’m not actually sure what galvanized means, but it sounds strong and it starts with “gal.” I’m a gal, and I want to be GALvanized and strong and stuff. Fragile starts with “frag” and sounds like a swear word from Battlestar Galactica. I’m fragging sick of being fragile.)

I assure her how happy I am for her, hang up the phone, and roll over on the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV, searching for numbness. Another pregnant friend. How many years had I been trying? It wasn’t fair. READ MORE at Let Every Heart…

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  • Jeniffer Smith

    This hit me in all the right places today. I absolutely cannot wait for your book to come out.

    • Melanie Dale

      Thanks, Jeniffer! Me too!

  • Amanda Greavu

    Excited for this new book! It speaks to me exactly where I am…5 years out from my infertility diagnosis with my one year old son (adopted) at home. Life looks nothing like I thought it would, but it’s wonderful. And hard. And not fair. And yet, still wonderful.

    • Melanie Dale

      All of that, Amanda. Yep!





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