Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams. 
~Hosea Ballou

Friday was a busy day as I was helping out with the USS John C. Stennis homecoming as part of my civilian job. Those poor Sailors on the ship had been on a seven month deployment and came home last year only to find out a few months later that they were leaving on deployment four months early and would be returning at the same time.

So instead of having eight months off before a four month deployment, they had about four months off before an eight month deployment. Now, those four months they were “home” weren’t all at home. Carriers have workups and stuff that send them out for a few weeks at a time to prepare for a deployment. There was a 22 month old child who had only seen his father for 90 days of his life.

The homecoming was bittersweet. It was sweet because of all the fathers (and one mother) who came home to babies they had never met before. It was bitter because… there were sweet little babies everywhere. I can’t wait until I can watch Huzzy with our child for the first time. Hopefully that won’t happen after a deployment, but we have only two more years of trying before deployments will start again for three years. I was hoping to have a kid by now and be pregnant again before he went on deployment.

For some reason, I have always had a feeling that I would have a hard time getting pregnant. I don’t know why I would ever think this because my mom was a fertile myrtle with only one ovary and my grandma had no issues, either. But somehow, I just knew. I think you’ll find this is true for many dealing with infertility.

While I always felt I’d have a hard time getting pregnant, I had a feeling I wouldn’t have to go so far as IVF, nor injectibles. We still have two cycles (once we start again) on pills before heading to injectibles, so it still may happen that way. But in all honesty, I’m starting to feel as though this might not happen for us. As in, never. We’ll try IVF once and whatever FETs may result from that, but I think that’s as far as we will go. I’m just starting to think that we might never have a biological child. And that hurts.

I love my job and I love working at things like the Stennis homecoming… but at the same time, I feel as though no matter what I do, nearly every day I’m somehow slapped in the face with the pain that is infertility. The pain never stops because, at this point, there is no closure. It’s an open wound that is continuously seeping and can’t close because every day, it’s broken open again.



7 thoughts on “Homecomings

  1. Have hope! My friend had a 1% chance and she’s now pregnant with a baby girl! It can happen. I know how hard seeing everyone with their babies is hard.

  2. Another friend of a Stennis family here 🙂 I’m sure they were so grateful for your help that day. p.s. I ADORE your new blog look. Absolutely adorable. I’m also holding on tight to hope for you & looking forward to the day that I get to read some very happy news for your family on your blog 🙂

  3. Here I am just seeing the new boggy look. Hopefully that’s not an indicate of how neglectful I’ve been.i wish I had something profound to say. I know that whatever happens you will handle it with all the grace and strength I’ve seen thus far.

  4. Pingback: 2013: You were… there | Wife of a Sailor

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