Infertility Heroes of the Day ~ Babies and Unicorns
Waiting for the results or even waiting for the next set of results. In our heads, going around and around during infertility. How’s my cycle going? How is it going now? How about now? How many follicles? How big? Have the embryos grown? How many? Am I pregnant? How pregnant?
We complicate things, we human beings, don’t we? We get into our own heads and we think and we think and we think and then we think some more.
We think we can think our way to all the answers and then we will arrive and know everything. And then, by gosh, we think some more.
Hence, my FB proclamation yesterday. I don’t often post things besides my blog or something educational. These past few days though, I have gotten so very tired of the real estate in my own head. So tired of my own thoughts and my own complications and then thinking more that I can figure it all out.
My FB post from yesterday, shared from a distant FB friend was this:
“Being a person is getting too complicated. Time to be a Unicorn. ~Unknown Author
I was driving myself crazy in the privacy of my own brain.
Then the day got much, much better.
From Prenatal Yoga to Newborn
I had the absolute delight and pleasure yesterday of holding a barely month-old baby. Interestingly enough, I am not all that much of a baby person. Not one of those people who swoon over every baby I meet.
This baby though is different. This is a baby that I knew about from embryo to emerged human being. That I got to see grow in prenatal yoga, that I heard about for the entire nine months that he was growing. A baby who I saw get larger and larger and move more and more. Who, in fact, heard my voice once a week for his entire time in utero.
That baby! Oh my. Nothing to get you out of your own head than a newborn sleeping contentedly on your chest. No more thinking. Brain shut down. Utter physical pleasure. Utter connection. Feeling him get heavier and more into his own comfort was inspiring.
That baby reminded me of a Unicorn. Too complicated to be an adult. I want to be a Unicorn.
He didn’t worry about when he’d be hungry next. Or need to be changed next. Or if he would be cold five minutes or five hours from then. He just was. There were no worries at all. If he was upset, he made it known and what he was upset about was figured out and solved.
That baby was Zen. In the moment. A Unicorn, uncomplicated by a busy brain.
He’s my hero. He’s my fertile hero. He’s the entire reason that we do what we do here at RMACT. Every single one of us on team RMACT is here to help you find your babies.
And let me tell you, the end results? Are miraculous. Every single one of them. Just like Unicorns.
That Unicorn baby yesterday got me right out of my head. He got me looking at clouds. And dragonflies. And birdhouses for purple martins. He had me looking at rivers and the way the sun hit the stones. He had me listening to my fellow human beings and seeing them as miraculous Unicorns.
Thanks miracle baby. I needed that.
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