SHORT STORY

This story tells of my 12-year journey with infertility, and my faith and hope that God will bless me with a child. It was during the 80s when we did not have the reproductive specialists we have now. Adding to this was the fact that I was in my 30s, and care for pregnant women in their late 30s was very new.

Read how my hope shattered when I suffered a miscarriage and the embarrassment I felt when the doctor treated my loss like it was just another day's event. My loss happened at the very point when we should have received blessed news confirming my pregnancy and the fact that I was six weeks along.

I let go of my dream and accepted my fate. But that is not the end of my story.

"I changed my prayer from the Hannah prayer, because she did not have any children. God blessed me with at least one child. I thanked God for the blessing He sent me and prayed for those who were struggling to conceive their first child, like Hannah. I looked at my initial prayers and associating myself with Hannah as a little selfish. I changed my focus and expressed my gratitude for the child I already had, and not what I did not. Practicing gratefulness helped me move past the grief, and in its place, I felt peace and joy."

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