My husband and I are willing to share our adoption journey with just about anyone who asks. The time period before that, and what led us to adoption isn't shared as often. The only reason for keeping it more private is because of how emotionally exhausting it is. Reliving our miscarriages, testing, surgery, and fertility treatments take's us back to a few very, very hard years.
A few weeks ago, one of Trav's co workers was talking to him about the adoption (he needed info from her department about how to get the DOD adoption credit). She and her husband are getting ready to start treatments, and since Trav didn't know all the details of what I did, he got her cell phone number, and told her that I'd call. It seemed that every time I thought about it, I knew she was either at work, or it was late in the evening, after Isaac went to bed.
Last week, I finally had the opportunity to call and talk with her. We had a great conversation, that lasted over an hour. It went over every aspect of my diagnosis, treatment, side affects of fertility drugs (they have done a cycle since Trav talked with her), surgeries, and then onto our process of adoption. Being a military family, I told her of some of the issues that we had to overcome, so that she could be aware of that too.
It was a great conversation, I'm so glad that we were able to talk with each other. However, at the end of it I was emotionally exhausted. Re-living all the pain took more effort then I thought it would be. I think back to the times we were trudging through it, and I'm surprised how much we did actually go through. Who would have thought I could survive 8 miscarriages, that our marriage could survive it?
But, it did. We survived, and we're living our happily ever after.
With a knucklehead little boy.