~Because I wish this blog to give women HOPE through the grit of life, I welcome personal stories of faith victory. Please welcome my soul sister, Jewelfish. She has been refined through life experiences different than my own. I have invited her to impart HOPE anytime she wants here on the OysterBed. I admire her courageous optimism and tenacious beautiful faith. We have been friends for years, starting out as fellow counselors at church camp. I always feel uplifted in her presence. I hope you do, too, as you read her words......
Last year, Mr. Tiburon, my husband, and I had a moment of ultimate joy
and deepest sorrow as a couple. After a whirlwind trip to the “Big Easy” for
business (and lots of romance) we found out that we were expecting our first
child! This came with more happiness than
you can imagine! Knowing that I would
have fertility problems way before I even got married, we tried for over five
years to get pregnant. This included
trips to a fertility endocrinologist that eventually gave up on us and having
surgical procedures and lots of drugs to correct the issue to no avail. There had been so many years of prayers, and
crying out to God for us to have a baby…and here we were! I couldn’t wait to do
some sweet, extravagant plan to tell my husband that we were expecting! As soon
as I saw those two pink lines, I ran out of the bathroom in a frenzy of crying
and laughing and nearly gave Mr. Tiburon cardiac arrest! We made sure to ask
the doctors if we could tell anyone and we were given the okay, so we called
the ecstatic family and friends. Sisters
at church even had a get together in thanksgiving and prayer of blessing on our
baby in our honor. It was so special and
I was so excited to finally fulfill my dreams of being a mom.
Things
started to go wrong. I will never forget those days of fear and worry. I ended up having a miscarriage. Looking back, my husband was so full of faith
and strength where I worried about every move I made. I never knew how long of a process that a
miscarriage would be! The hours in the
hospital…days of waiting on phone calls from the doctor… three weeks of tests
and blood work just to tell me the inevitable that I knew in my soul was like a
band aid being ripped off over and over.
The doctor said that we could start trying after one cycle, so we went
back to tracking ovulation and counting days.
Since that was what worked for us before, it was natural that we would
just get back into the swing of things!
I never knew that the grief process would take so long for me,
though.
There were
times where I became so overtaken by grief that the everyday routines became
painful. It was excruciating to see
people who kept announcing their own pregnancies or stories on the news of
parents abusing their children. Work had
even become miserable. I thought I had
gotten much better until I had to face what would be my due date. Mr. Tiburon was so patient and strong. But, I became resentful of the time he spent
at work, not being available for the ovulation time table. I was angry that he didn’t understand that I
couldn’t wave a magic wand, make a wish and become pregnant. I knew that God would answer prayer, but he
also put a biological plan in place for it to happen. I knew I wasn’t Mary and conceive immaculately!
After months of going through the motions,
crying and resentment, we finally talked about how we each felt about the
miscarriage and how it was affecting our relationship. Some people are able to use loss to bring
them together and for others, loss becomes a wedge. We were determined not to let it keep us from
having a fulfilling marriage. Mr.
Tiburon let me know that my “tracking” took away the romance and made our time
together less intimate and more robotic.
I made a promise to not use my ovulation test for two months and he
would make the necessary changes to free up more time and spend it with
me. I even left my job as a preschool
teacher to work in our office so that we could build our business
together. We promised each other to be proactive
in finding ways to be together and spice things up. The biggest promise we made is to be thankful
for what God has already blessed us with…a marriage that is focused on
Him. Whether we have children or not,
our vows will stand strong through it all.











