Updated: April 22, 2021
Originally Published: Jan. 13, 2016
This morning, I found it hard to rise from bed. It wasn’t the usual exhaustion from a restless night spent wrangling three energetic toddlers. Instead, I was reluctant to leave behind the vivid dream I had where I was expecting a daughter.
As a devoted mother of three boys, I’ve longed for a girl to complete our family. I cherish my sons deeply, but there’s an inexplicable void without a daughter. I can’t pinpoint the reason; it’s simply a feeling that lingers in my heart.
Typically, I wake up without the emotional residue of my dreams, but today was different. As I slowly opened my eyes, the sensation of carrying my baby girl lingered. I felt whole and complete, as if a piece of my soul, lost for so long, had finally returned home. It filled me with joy and optimism.
However, as reality set in, those feelings began to dissipate. The familiar emptiness within me surged, replacing happiness with a sense of longing.
I am now 31 years old, and grappling with a decision that weighs heavily on my heart. This was not how my journey was supposed to unfold; I believed there would be another option, another way to expand our family.
Many around me struggle to understand the gravity of this choice.
- “Just do it! Your pregnancies were tough; you can’t endure that again.”
- “Doesn’t he already have a vasectomy?”
- “What’s the fuss? It’s just a uterus and some ovaries.”
But it’s so much more than that. Those ovaries, my ovaries, nurtured the very life that became my sons. They are not just mere organs; they are the essence of life, holding dreams of souls waiting to join our family. Inside them is the miraculous potential of new beginnings, intricately woven into the fabric of my being.
And this uterus, my uterus, is not just a physical structure; it is a cherished home. A cozy, albeit worn, dwelling filled with stories and memories—each scar a testament to the journey I’ve traveled. This uterus represents our shared life, a connection that binds me to my boys in a profound way.
It’s the flutter of a first kick, the joy of a first touch, and a daddy’s tender kiss. It’s patience, hope, and the promise of life. It embodies transformation—the evolution from a single cell into a thriving baby, full of potential and purpose.
It’s a part of me, a part of them.
It’s us.
It’s a dream for another child.
It’s the immense love I hold for her.
It’s hope.
I’m not ready to let all of that go—not just yet. I know the procedure is necessary, and I will schedule it soon; my boys need a healthy mom. But allowing myself to grieve this loss is essential. I’m embracing the moment, wrapping my arms around my waist, seeking a sense of release.
I glance at my three boys, and their love fills the room. One day, I will make that call to schedule the procedure, and it will be okay. I will be okay. We will be okay.
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