Each Month You Hope…

by Janice

No matter how hard you try, you can’t stop hope.

I want to scream when well-meaning friends hand out the weathered advice, “Just stop thinking about it and it will happen.” Don’t they realize I can’t kill that instinct of hope? It keeps beating despite my attempts to smother it.

And each month I try to convince myself, “I am not pregnant.” But inside, secretly, I am hoping, planning.

The worst time of the month is those last few days. With swollen, painful breasts, I tell myself it’s just pre-menstrual nothing more. But I hope anyway. I count the days. I do the math over and over.

This morning I get the news as I step into the shower. I let out a little whimper and try to stand up as the waves of grieve crash in. I am grateful for at least ten minutes of privacy to grieve as I step into the steam of the shower. And I cry silently without tears as the hot water tries to soothe me.

I have given it over to God months ago. But it doesn’t feel like it. I know I am supposed to leave it there and walk in surrender. And in some ways I suppose I have. But that doesn’t stop the grief, the loss I feel every month as a new hope dies. Each month it seems I lose a new baby. Each month the chance of meeting that new life is gone again.

I finish my shower, get dressed and go downstairs. I don’t feel too sorry for myself. How can I? I am so lucky. My sweet son is waiting for me. His eyes light up as I come in the room and he asks me to play with him.

I am a mother and I am so very, very grateful.



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Janice is co-founder of 5 Minutes For Mom. She's been working online since 2003 and is thankful her days are full of social media, writing and photography. You can see more of her photos at janicecrozephotography.com.

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