My two year old has spent the last two nights in his toddler bed. It's so sweet, but it's kind of breaking my heart.
My husband and I were talking about dismantling the crib and I all but wailed, "What if we never get to use it again?!?!"
He calmly replied, "But what if we get to use it twelve more times? Don't lose hope just yet!"
How are men able to compartmentalize hope like this?
My husband has always been the rock of our relationship, but especially so when it comes to infertility. He assures me that it's okay to have hope, and carries hope for me when I'm unable to muster it up. He is the epitome of godly leadership and love in our home, and I'm so, so thankful for him. But that isn't to say that he is unaffected by it all. He has wrestled and grieved as I have. And he has tried to shield me from his own hurt so that he can be strong for me.
He has thought about blogging several times on my blog here just to have a male perspective; perhaps I can twist his arm to do that sometime soon.
So, I'm wondering--how have your husbands have handled your infertility?
As far as blogging and writing on infertility, why is the male voice on infertility such a silent one?
Share your thoughts!
P.S. I'm getting some guest posts lined up on a range of IF topics...stay tuned!