One of my readers asked me why I title my blog entries “Today’s Drip”. Good question. There are several reasons why women facing infertility spend endless days, weeks and beyond in emotional pools that never seem to drain. Some of us had never planned on facing such a devastating problem as infertility and the shock is all-encompassing. Even for those women who already have children, the emotional toil of trying for another child over and over again is tremendous. Its seemingly endless, and each day starts with the first thought being “what will today bring?” Many, not all ChildDrenched women, wake up with dread about the day ahead. Will there be bad news? Will there be any news? It occurred to me that the constant thoughts on the subject can be like a relentless, leaky faucet that just keeps dripping. Drip, drip, drip.
After many months or years, the quest for a child is the main focus in life for most people that keep working so hard at it. The amount of time, money and emotion is excessive, especially when all too often, it brings no results. Being “ChildDrenched” is difficult and defining it accurately for everyone is impossible. Writing something that everyone can relate to and get relief from is also nearly unattainable. My goal is to help some of the people who are in a perpetual state of discovering the right solution for them and their family to cope. Hopefully, there will be some relief from the constant drip.
And finally, I live in Seattle, which is usually covered in many drips, all year long. The analogy of dripping in emotion seemed appropriate for both the feeling and the location. I hope to reach out to those who need this affirmation and appreciation of their feelings, both optimism and the dreaded hopelessness. I’d like to thank those of you who may read this blog strictly in support of me, the writer, or in support of those you choose to share these posts with; those friends, daughters, relatives, or neighbors who may be ChildDrenched.