I'm thankful for my trials!

I have been participating in the "30 Days of Thankful" on facebook and instagram. I started it here on my blog with my post about being thankful for all of our AWESOME friends. I have posted serious gratitude for my amazing husband and our sweet parents. I have posted funnies like, today, I'm thankful that Lyss taught me to cut out snowflakes- Yes, I really didn't know how. No, it is NOT easy ;)

As this month bursts with pant seams and gratitude I am reminded that, as we struggle through the greatest trial of our life, I must reiterate how truly THANKFUL I am for this experience. I still wouldn't wish infertility on my worst enemy. And our two years and a few thousand dollars is no comparison to those that struggle for longer for tens of thousands of dollars. I pray, cry, send love, and tip my hat to all of you!!

However, as hard (understatement) as these last two years have been I must say that I see the Lord's hand in my life and I thank him for what I have learned, the blessings I have seen, and the love I have felt. It doesn't mean I'm not sad sometimes, because my heart sometimes absolutely breaks in two. It means that the Lord has blessed me to see my loving family and who my true friends are, those who grab my heart and hold it together when I cannot.

I am thankful that I have learned more than ever to turn to the scriptures for guidance. The words of Christ and his prophets bring peace to my soul.

I am thankful for prayer and the joy that is felt from communicating with my Father in Heaven.

I am thankful that the past two years have brought Tyler and I closer together. He has never made me feel inferior and stops me from blaming myself. I know more than ever the strength of his love for me and I will have to live a thousand more years to even try to convey that same love in return.

I am thankful for parents that love, guide, and protect us even when we are fully grown. They hold out their open arms when we fall apart, and like children again, we curl up in their love. In seeing this we have learned the love and wisdom it takes to be parents, and I am forever grateful.

I am thankful for the opportunity to be an aunt before being a mom. I have the opportunity to completely spoil and dote on 2 (one is on his way) baby boys.

I am thankful for finding the Reproductive Care Center ! I feel so grateful to be under the care of a clinic and doctor who truly care about me. I know that with their help we will be able to get through this and have a family.

These are just a few of the MANY things I am thankful for thanks to this trial. So, even if you are facing something awful right now. Step back and see if you can look for the blessings. I promise they are there. I promise Heavenly Father is there for you and wants what is best for you. He has a GREAT plan. We just have to wait for it.

Much Love.
Be thankful.

XO

The Prayer in our Hearts

My amazing Uncle Craig shared with us this special poem he wrote. Tyler and I couldn't believe how beautifully he had put the prayer of our hearts to words.

Thank you SO much, Craig. We love you!

I can honestly testify that the only way to endure any trial- whether it be infertility, a miscarriage, loss of a loved one, depression, anxiety, anything- is by staying close to the Lord and our Savior. I have found so much comfort in knowing that Christ loves us and knows more than anyone what we feel. I am always reminding myself that I need not suffer, because Christ atoned for me so that I wouldn't have to suffer. I love this scripture so much, because it helps me keep that in mind.

John 16:33

“These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have a peace. 

In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; 

I have overcome the world.”

Don't feel alone. Pray for peace. Pray for hope. Pray for love.
He will always be there to share it with you.

For the Love of FRIENDS

For some reason this week has been extraordinarily hard.

It was round 3 of Meds week, and Femara is exhausting. I was in a zombie-like sleep state most of the days. Monday-Thursday I was late to work from either over sleeping or having to pull over, get out and jump around in the cold to get awake enough to drive. Every morning I stretched my eyes as wide as I could and drove with the windows down, and still nearly fell asleep while driving :/

By Thursday night I was so glad to just go hang out at the Lees'. We went to Logan to see our dear friends and their new baby. Tyler and Darren took the 2 older kids trick-or-treating while Larynn and I passed out candy and mooned over baby Nora. She is so beautiful. It's heartwarming and heartbreaking all at the same time. 

While we drove home, I broke down and told Tyler how down I had been feeling all week. I felt like I was reaching my breaking point. I have been struggling because I feel as if I'm reaching the limit of what I can handle, yet I have no inclination that our trial is even near being over. I feel strongly like we still have a long road ahead and more lessons to learn. 

The more discouraged I felt, the more I started letting the darkness in.

"You're not good enough."

"Your body is broken."

"Tyler can't be a daddy because of you."

"Where is God?"

I knew I shouldn't, but I let every dark whisper sink in and define me. I wanted to crawl into bed, pull up the covers and never come out. 

We got home and I called my Mom. 

{Aren't Moms the best?? I'm so lucky to have both my Mom and my Mother-in-law as two of my very best friends.}

So, my sweet Mom listened, loved, advised, and praised. She is one amazing woman- so much more than I deserve. How grateful I am that she would stay up so late to just be there for me. I adore her! Thank the Lord for phones, because I miss my mother terribly even with daily phone calls.

I finally crawled into bed around midnight. Tyler was fast asleep. I woke him up for a hug. He held me tight while I cried. I asked him for a Blessing and he gave me some beautiful guidance and peace. When I fell I finally fell asleep it was the most relaxing and sound sleep I'd had all week. I woke up feel refreshed and ready to take on the day. 

THEN I got to work and was greeted with a customer who wanted to know why I wasn't having kids, "Aren't you going to have kids yet? You shouldn't wait too long or you'll be too old. I know it seems good to wait, but I did and I regret it."

Thanks for making me feel worse, lady.

But, ya know what, I think I needed her to push me over the edge I was lingering on...

I vented on Facebook, and discovered how very blessed I am. Just when I was drowning in the depths of darkness, Heavenly Father sent in all my angels to lift me up. I am so incredibly and insanely blessed with the most outstanding friends. I don't know how I got so lucky! It is because of all of YOU that Tyler and I are surviving and powering through our greatest trial. We feel your love and your prayers and we are so grateful! I don't even know how I could find a way to thank each of you properly. So, just know that I love you and appreciate you and I thank the Lord for your friendship. I needed to hear all your loving words today and know that I can keep going. 

so much love to all of you. 

XO

Round 3 & a World Series

Infertility & Baseball

These underdogs are sure ready for a win.
After all this defeat, it is about time WE get to score,
hit a homerun
& knock one out of the park. 

I am in NO way a sports fanatic, but in honor of Tyler's Boston Red Sox I'll see what I can do with creating an analogy ;)

The Red Sox had a disgraceful season last year.

Tyler and all the other Boston fans were so disappointed. 

The first year of infertility was the hardest on us.

We really struggled and we were so disappointed.

To kick off the 2013 season Boston reevaluated their players, management and strategy. They got rid of players and management who weren't fully invested in the Red Sox Nation. They did a complete makeover in their advertising and community involvement to win back their fans, and their pride.

By summer, we had decided to reevaluate too. I started this blog. We ditched the doctors that weren't working for us and weren't invested in Team King. We stopped investing time in friends who didn't care about what we were going through. We brought in a new doctor who fully supported and cheered for us. 

Last week The Red Sox made it to the World Series! 

We just found out that my progesterone level is finally 

high enough to get pregnant! (although I am not)

So as we cheer on the Sox in the World Series, will you cheer on Team King?

Hopefully Boston will take the Series and we'll get pregnant!

Wouldn't that be RAD?! But then Tyler would probably say we have to name the baby an honorary Red Sox name like Boston, Ted Williams... or Big Papi :/
OH well :) I could deal with that!

Silly baseball post attempt over.

The End.

How Firm a Foundation

It can't always be sunshine and roses. Sometimes the clouds roll in and the darkness comes after us. As hard as we try to outrun its shadow, we occasionally get caught in a storm. We fight and argue over trivial things, trying to ignore the pain in our hearts. And when we can't run any faster, we fall under the cloud's downpour. Our emotions pour out, we fall down, hold each other so tight and cry until the world gets blurry as the pain overtakes us.

For some reason, this weekend was hard for us. It was, figuratively, stormy. We really struggled with feelings of hurt and anger. We feel the 2 year mark fast approaching, and we sometimes sit back in disbelief that we still don't have a baby. This weekend our infertility was just so painfully real to us, and we had to just take a moment to sit on the kitchen floor and cry together.

But the sun does rise when the storm passes. We dry our tears, we smile again, and we continue in hope.

Since I was 17 years old, and my wonderful mother posted the words to my bedroom mirror, How Firm A Foundation has been my favorite hymn. I especially love the words of promise in the 3rd and 7th verses:

Fear not, I am with thee; oh, be not dismayed,

For I am thy God and will still give thee aid.

I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,

Upheld by my righteous, upheld by my righteous,

Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose

I will not, I cannot, desert to his foes;

That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,

I'll never, no never, I'll never, no never,

I'll never, no never, no never forsake!

We need not fear or be dismayed. God comforts us and stands by us, and sometimes HE even carries us until we can walk on our own again. He never deserts Tyler and I through our struggle. He holds us tightly and keeps us together, even when we feel like we are falling apart. He puts his arms around us when the storm hits and holds up an umbrella.

Besides the hymn, How Firm a Foundation is also the title of a beautiful talk by Thomas S. Monson. I have been studying it yesterday and today, and have been taught so much by his wise words. I just have to share this. I hope that it might help any of you with whatever struggle or trial you may be enduring right now.

"At times there appears to be no light at the tunnel’s end, no dawn to break the night’s darkness. We feel surrounded by the pain of broken hearts, the disappointment of shattered dreams, and the despair of vanished hopes. We join in uttering the biblical plea, “Is there no balm in Gilead?” (Jeremiah 8:22). We are inclined to view our own personal misfortunes through the distorted prism of pessimism. We feel abandoned, heartbroken, alone."

He offers some helpful guidelines to gain and maintain the foundation needed to survive spiritually in the world in which we live:

1. First, fortify your foundation through prayer. As we pray, let us really communicate with our Father in Heaven. It is easy to let our prayers become repetitious, expressing words with little or no thought behind them. When we remember that each of us is literally a spirit son or daughter of God, we will not find it difficult to approach Him in prayer. He knows us; He loves us; He wants what is best for us. Let us pray with sincerity and meaning, offering our thanks and asking for those things we feel we need. Let us listen for His answers, that we may recognize them when they come. As we do, we will be strengthened and blessed.

2. The Second guideline: Let us study the scriptures and “meditate therein day and night,” as counseled by the Lord in the book of Joshua (1:8). Spending time each day in scripture study will, without doubt, strengthen our foundations of faith and our testimonies of truth.

3. The third guideline involves service. The service that counts, the service to which all of us have been called: the service of the Lord Jesus Christ.

Along your pathway of life you will observe that you are not the only traveler. There are others who need your help. There are feet to steady, hands to grasp, minds to encourage, hearts to inspire, and souls to save.

As put these guides to use in my life I know I will be blessed to feel the comfort of my Heavenly Father and Savior Jesus Christ. My hope revives as I study my scriptures, pray faithfully, and serve others. 

We take each day as it comes; sunny or stormy, the days are what we make them. We can choose to wallow in the shadow or dance in the rain. 

Balance?

How do you balance being hopeful without having false hope?

During the summer we thought life was so simple. We took a break from Doctors and medications. We knew we couldn't get pregnant. We didn't expect to; we just had FUN.

But when we got back on track we got a little positive news from some tests, started a new medication, and started feeling hopeful like, "This is it! This is gonna happen!" 

And, of course, it feels like every time we turn around, log on Facebook, or check Instagram someone is announcing they are pregnant. Then, we get excited and we start thinking "How will we announce? What fun ideas can we come up with? This is going to be so awesome!"

How do you stay hopeful without getting so excited that you end up crying on the bathroom floor when you know that, once again, you are not pregnant? 

How?

Well, I haven't mastered anything yet, but I'm figuring out that there is no answer to this question.

There is no way to be hopeful without getting your hopes up. You HAVE to keep your hopes up. You have to keep hoping and dreaming.

What I have discovered is this: I would rather have Hope. 
I would rather endure the bitter-sweet roller coaster:
This might work, This is good news, This is it, Not this time... 

I would rather ride out the pain than delude myself and tell myself there is no hope.
I would rather take having hope, even if it hurts.

This process has taught me that it is okay to feel every single emotion. For so long I was afraid to feel. I thought it was better to keep it all in. I thought I was happier pretending it would be okay with me if we never had children. I thought I was a terrible person if I cried or got angry when someone else got pregnant and I didn't. And Tyler did the same. He was afraid to tell me how he felt, because he was worried it would make me feel inadequate.

Soon it caught up to us. We pushed away, and felt distant. The emotions were eating away inside of us while we tried to put up this "I'm Okay" front. We had to promise to be honest. We promised to tell each other everything and express our emotions. We melted together again, and became stronger.

Thanks to an article my mother shared with us, we were reminded "It's okay to hope and it's okay to cry. Keep hoping and keep crying."

I have to constantly remind myself that. 

So, I'm reminding anyone out there that is listening. 
Hope, even if it hurts. Feel everything, every single emotion that comes along. Feel it with everything inside you. We are humans meant to have experiences. We are not robots; we were not meant to endure our trials rigidly. That's kind of why I started this blog. It helps me feel a little more, and understand my feelings a little more. I read once that you should do what is good for your soul. Writing soothes me; it's good for my soul.

That is all today.

For the Love of Angels: How we found the RCC

I believe in God.

I believe in Angels. Both in Heaven and on Earth.

That being said, here is the series of events and the Angels that answered our prayers, which lead us to our new Dr. at Reproductive Care Center (RCC- see link in Pages tool bar)

Never in my life did I ever think that my husband and I would be fast approaching the 2 year mark of trying to conceive. How could I have? I never could have known that my progesterone level is almost non-existent and that I rarely, if ever, ovulate.

Needless to say, we were inconsolably discouraged when 9 months into the first year we still weren't pregnant... BUT one more year after that, we are better because Heavenly Father answers prayers, guides us, comforts us, and loves us.

Let me explain how Heavenly Father answers prayers, because some will argue that as we are not yet pregnant the prayer is still unanswered. As I have explained before, in my first blog post , sometimes God answers our prayers in other ways and we don't always get what we want right away.

We aren't pregnant yet, but I'd like to believe we are closer! Thanks to angels here on earth who listen to promptings and act as answers to prayers.

Angel #1 My mother-in-law, the most awesome woman! Oh, how I adore this lady. While visiting a new GYN, she was answering questions like: How many kids do you have? Do you have any grandkids? etc. Without really knowing why, she briefly explained how Tyler and I were struggling to get pregnant and how I had just finished taking clomid, which had been a terrible experience...

...Introducing Angel #2 Her Dr. had pressed for more information on what we had tried and who we were seeing. She expressed that we should really see a specialist and talk to a doctor about Femara. She gave mom literature on the place and the medication.

Angel #3 Aunt Lesley, along with all my aunts and family, was so loving and supportive. Lesley took the time to share with me that her sister-in-law Sophie had struggled to conceive as well and, if I wanted, she knew that Sophie would be happy to talk to me.

At this point Tyler and I were so burnt out after Clomid. We had already decided to take a break and wait til Fall to pursue more testing/medication. So, we took everyone's information, but we held off. We needed time to heal before we opened up this wound again.

Fast forward a few months... We had made the decision to go back to the doctor. I prayed about it and knew it was time to do something, but I felt sick about scheduling with my OB/GYN again. I was so afraid they would put me back on Clomid. I canceled my appointment, feeling more discouraged than ever and prayed that the Lord would somehow give me a sign of hope.

Angel #4 Sophie approached me at a family party for Lesley and Isaac, holding the most beautiful baby girl I've ever seen. She told me about how she had struggled to conceive and that going to a specialist had made all the difference for them, AND thanks to Femara she got sweet baby Gwen.

That night I went home and cried tears of joy as I thanked Heavenly Father for giving me the Hope I needed to see. I needed to hear someone say what had worked and see them holding their baby while they said it. I immediately called Tyler's mom to get the info on Femera and the RCC.

Angels #5 Dr. Swelstad & Everyone at the RCC. What an AWESOME place! Everyone is so nice, so caring, so sensitive, and so full of hope. It is a blessing to have a doctor that promises to take care of you and goes above and beyond to make sure you are.

The story, as promised.

In a previous blog, I promised an amusing story about my inactive ovaries...
...AND since I know you must have been on the edge of your seat waiting to hear more about my ovaries (awkward?), here is the story, as promised ;)


First, can I just say how awesome my husband is?! I mean, no offense, I'm sure you think your hubby is great, but you are really missing out. (Not that I'm offering to share...)

Dear Mr. King, my best friend, partner in crime, lover, and 24/7 comedian is the key to the door that opened my Happily Ever After. Without him, I don't think I could enjoy this somewhat bumpy, crazy journey. But I can! Because he makes this life FUN! No matter what we come up against we fight it together, fully supportive, and fully having a blast!
Go big or go home, people.

One lazy afternoon, while laying in bed (and watching some season of some show on Netflix, I'm sure) Tyler rested his head on my belly. He laid there for a minute, then rolled over... and started talking to my belly? What a weirdo! For those who know me, they know that the problem here is how hysterically ticklish I am! I freaked out and started thrashing like a crazy person. He was amused with himself and stopped so I could catch my breath.

Once I could breathe,
"DUDE, What the heck?! Why were you talking to my belly? Ya weirdo. There is nothing in their to talk to... just belly fat!" :/
I hate being tickled, so I was slightly annoyed.
Tyler's face became very mischievous. He raised one eyebrow, and a grin spread across his face. Suddenly his face was once again buried in to my belly. Muffled by my stomach and layers of shirts I heard,
"Uhm, excuse me, Ovaries? Could you please do your job?"
We both just laughed for about 20 minutes...
Then he got a really serious look and said,
"If this works, we can call me The Ovaries Whisperer!"


This is why my husband trumps all other husbands. No matter how hard our journey through infertility gets I know we will always keep each other laughing :)

Remember to just laugh 

through the hard times; 

they are but a small moment. <3 

Dear Not-So-Helpful Stranger,

{Please read with humor. This is meant to be amusing. Not really angry ;)}

To the people who think they are doctors,

To the people who think they know how to fix us,

To the people who have no idea and just keep talking,

To the people who tell me to "Just Relax,"

To all you not-so-helpful strangers, this is what I wish I could just say to you.

I am not ashamed or secretive about Tyler's and my struggle to get pregnant. We have infertility issues. My ovaries don't seem to work (funny story about that to come in another blog). It's sad... and kind of funny! We have faith. We are happy. We know God will bless us. We appreciate support and don't mind talking about it with those who love us.

We do not appreciate your unsolicited advice.

"Well my friend's sister's cousin's wife stood on her head, sang the ABCs backwards, and chewed gum before/after/during sex and that was how they got pregnant."
"My sister's friend's mom and dad tried forever, then they stopped 'trying' and it just happened."
...and my personal favorite :/
"Just Relax."
Oh yeah, cause I'm sure that's why I don't ovulate... I'm just not relaxed enough.
*BIG eye roll*

We do not appreciate your uneducated diagnoses.

"It's probably because your husband has slow swimmers."
"It's probably because you don't have enough progesterone."
"It's probably because you don't do it enough."
"It's probably because you do it too much."
Thanks for that Doctor... oh wait, you are just an obnoxious stranger. Great.

We do not appreciate your insensitive ramblings.

One of the MANY lessons I have learned from this experience is simply about how to talk to people about babies and family. After our experience, I will never ask someone, "So when are you going to start having kids?" or "Why don't you have any kids yet?" or "Isn't it about time you start a family?" or my least favorite of all, "Don't you want children?"
...You have NO idea.

Just think before you start talking to people. Seriously! Not knowing is not an excuse. You should be smart enough to know that it is NONE of your business if or when my husband and I have children. If we are not close friends, I am not going to advertise to you our struggles. You should just have enough manners and tact to know what is appropriate and what is not. When you ramble on and on about how children are a blessing and we shouldn't put off starting a family, OR how easy it is to get pregnant and it will happen when we least expect it I want to slap you... and if you catch me on a bad day, I just might ;)

Ramble over.
Thanks for reading ;)

Live By Faith.

To live by Faith is not easy... that's not what I'm trying to tell you... but what I will tell you is , as hard as it is to live by faith, it is absolutely necessary for me. My faith is what makes my journey possible. If I simply wandered blindly I'd be angry about all the things that made life unfair for me, my family and my friends and life would be miserable. Instead, I am able to turn to the light of Christ for comfort and hope. 

My guess is you are thinking that living by faith is going forth blindly... Some people think having faith is being blinded, but my faith allows me to see. I can see that even through trials and hard times I am learning and growing, and someday I will look back and find connections that make me grateful for those difficult experiences. Hindsight is 20/20 and God has the luxury of seeing from there. We have to have faith that what He sees is good for us. 

One of my favorite quotes is from the Christmas movie The Santa Claus. When they are at the north pole and Scott Calvin is talking to one of the elves about how even though he is there and seeing everything he can't believe it. She explains to him that "Seeing isn't Believing, Believing is Seeing." Through the power of my faith, I can see so much better.

We also have to have faith in ourselves. One of the greatest gifts God blessed us with is our free agency, the ability to make our own decisions. We have to have faith that God gave us that gift because he believes in us and our ability to make good choices. I know if I have faith and heed his counsel the right consequences will follow.

I'm not going to sugar-coat it or make it fluffy: Life is hard, that is the truth. If it was easy, then we would have no purpose in being here. What would be the point? Life is a long line of lessons, and the lessons are grueling and painful much of the time. I thank the Lord that I can find strength through Faith in God and my Savior. Otherwise it would be unbearable as I watched my loved ones endure heartbreak and trials. 

I'm not trying to pretend I'm an expert or that my faith is perfect. I'm not. I'm just trying to remind myself of what i know, and sharing it. I have to remind myself all the time, because I break down. I hate seeing my family hurt and endure trial after trial when I just think they deserve all the happiness in the world.  I cry and ask God, "WHY?!" and say "THIS ISN'T FAIR!" because I'm human and I break. 

Not the Miracle we wanted, but the Miracle we Needed.

December was coming to a close; a new year was about to start. I would finally graduate from college this year and, if I got my way, have our first baby.

I have been grateful from the start for a husband that was as excited as I was to become a parent some day. Throughout our first year of marriage we really had to fight trying to start a family, knowing we just weren't ready yet. But as 2012 neared with the promise of graduation ahead we knew it was our time.  Initially, we chose to start trying in April since that's when I would finish school, but as the new year approached we kept picking sooner and sooner months until we finally just gave in mid-December. We were so excited, thinking about how I'd walk at graduation with a little baby bump!

1 year, 4 months, 20 days, a dozen negative at-home pregnancy tests, 3 negative at-home ovulation kits, 2 negative blood drawn ovulation tests, 2 miserably horrible months on Clomid, and thousands of tears later- Here we are. Still no baby, and little hope for natural conception.

Clomid is a medication for inducing ovulation. Typically, a patient is prescribed 3 cycles. Like many hormone increasing medications it can cause some intense side effects, like turning into a crazy nut-case! After cycle 2  and the severely frightening depression that accompanied it we decided we could not risk taking it a third time. Natural conception is not worth risking your mental health; it's just not!

My sweet doctor was very supportive and understood my decision. When I asked if 2 months of positive ovulation on Clomid had been enough to jumpstart my body to start ovulating on it's own again she apologetically replied that the odds were very unlikely. Our next step would be an infertility doctor (which of course would mean more meds... NO THANKS!) I politely declined to a referral for the time being. We needed a break!

Before I hung up the nurse said, "Call us if you have a miracle."

Miracles are a funny thing. Miracles come big and small. They come when we least expect them, and when we need them desperately. And sometimes we pray and pray 'til our knees are sore for the miracle we want, but God gives us the miracle we need.

For so long we prayed for a baby. We prayed and cried to the Lord to give us the child we so badly wanted and felt ready for. When that didn't work, it occurred to us that maybe we were praying for the wrong thing...

Heavenly Father sees the big picture. He knows when it is time for us to have a family. We see RIGHT NOW, and our prayers were evident of that. So, we changed. We stopped begging, we stopped praying for what we wanted. We started telling the Lord "Thank you."

"Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for blessing us with each other.
Thank you for our families and friends that support us and help us.
Thank you for the children that surround us that we can love and enjoy until we have our own someday.
Thank you for doctors, medicine, and science that can help us uncover what does and doesn't work in our bodies.
Thank you for love..."
Now this was the hard thing to thank him for.
"... Thank you for this trial."

To be grateful for the very thing that was breaking our hearts was so hard, but we knew we had to. Deep down we knew that Heavenly Father wouldn't give us a trial that was beyond our abilities to take on or give us something we weren't supposed to have right now. So, somewhere in this trial were blessings. We would never find the blessings if we chose to let it overtake us. So, instead, we chose to be grateful and the blessings became so evident.

We relied on each other more, shared our feelings more, talked more, loved more.
We relied on the Lord more and prayed more than ever.
We put the atonement to use better in our lives, knowing that only Christ had felt our heartbreak and could understand.
We grew closer to the Savior, felt him more, loved him more.
We had such amazing friends and families, and feeling their prayers for us was a huge blessing.
And once we acknowledged all of this, and felt the blessings of our trial we were overcome with the purest, sweetest PEACE.

God knew we needed peace in our hearts to know that hope is never lost. That even though we weren't having a family right now didn't mean He wasn't listening and didn't mean He didn't care. We needed peace to know that the Lord's timing is the right timing, because we don't see what He does. We needed peace that would bind our breaking hearts and give us the faith to keep moving forward.

Peace was the miracle we needed, not the miracle we'd been begging for, but the one we needed most. Heavenly Father knew that, and he blessed us.