I had an interesting conversation with a co-worker last week.
He shared with me that he and his wife had been trying to have a baby for the past three years. But what really moved me the most about our conversation was how emotional he became when sharing their story.
Although I know that infertility affects a couple, it is so easy to forget that our husbands are hurting just as much as we are.
As a little girl, I grew up believing that my dad was the strongest man ever. I can still recall the first time I ever saw him cry...it was right after I received the news of being honored as the top officer on my dance team in high school. He was so overwhelmed with pride that he shed tears of joy because of his daughter's accomplishments.
About 14 years later, I met my husband. After learning about his childhood, how he lost his father in a helicopter accident at the age of only 1 year old and that he lost one of the most influential people in his life to cancer, his grandfather, I couldn't think of anything more heartbreaking. I truly believed nothing else in this world could ever cause him to cry after all his experiences. But on September 17, 2005 I saw him cry for the first time. He was shedding tears of joy because he was watching his wife walk down the aisle.
All these memories rushed through my mind as I sat with my co-worker and watched him shed tears of frustration and helplessness as he shared their story of infertility. It made me realize that I'm not the only one that is hurting here.
This conversation also made me hopeful...hopeful for the day that two of the most important men in my life shed tears of joy at the news that we will be parents.