For the last few days, I have spent some time laughing, sleeping in, sitting on a beach, and laughing some more. A quick and fun rejuvenating trip for my spirit and heart.

As I went to bed last night after snuggling with my crew after a few days of being away, I was struck by one thing. It was November 16th! November 16th is THE day that marked the end of growing our family. A big day in the calendar of my life.

So, this post goes out to all of my friends out there that are currently walking the road of infertility and loss.

Those of you currently hanging out in your doctor’s waiting room waiting to check your levels, the size of your follicles, or both. Filled with hope for your future.

And, those of you that are struggling due to a recent miscarriage. Trying to survive and find meaning in the midst of the heartbreak.

Let me say this. Even if you don’t believe it right now. You will survive. You will be okay.

Yesterday, November 16th, marked the three year anniversary of my last D&C. It was my second loss within five months, and I did NOT handle it well. I was given valium just to calm myself from a nervous breakdown and not scare the other women in the surgical unit. I am completely serious. I was not mentally well. Too much heartbreak, and I cracked. Reid was brave for both us, but slightly scared of my fragility.

In 2017, November 16th fell on a Thursday. On Friday, I plastered a smile onto my face and spent several hours at my boys’ Grandparents Day performances. And, on Saturday, we started a week of entertaining for Thanksgiving. Life moved on. My heart stayed broken, but life moved on.

I look back on that day, and I see a woman struggling to catch her breath through the grief. And, I see a woman trying to survive. We decided after that last D&C to formally close up the shop and to walk away with our two miracle boys. I would be okay, and we would all heal moving forward.

And, I did. And, that is why I LOVE this quote.

I survived. I’m so very thankful that I am on the other side of all of this craziness. And, I am okay.

In 2018, November 16th was met with tears of remembrance. In 2019, this day was met with a feeling of relief that I had made it to the other side. And, this year, well . . . I remembered it only as I crawled into bed with a stomach aching from days of too much laughing and heart that was full of blessings.

So, for all of you out there that are currently walking through the fire . . . you will be okay.

Find your people and let them love on you. Let you partner walk this road with you. Don’t try to go through this alone.

You will be okay.

If you need someone to talk to, come over here and hang out with me. I would love to be that person for you.

Much love to all of you out there that are currently living your own November 16th. Oh, sweet friends, you will be okay.

XO