When Waiting Hurts
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Sheila Baird Audition When Waiting Hurts a Personal Journey From Pain to Promise by Natasha Reuben. Do you know what it takes to be a butterfly? There's a process you must go through before you can fly from the day you were born to the day you die, there will always be a challenge ahead. Trying to keep you from flying. As we began our third year of marriage, I started to think something was wrong. I went to my annual doctor's appointment and discussed my concerns. We talked about different tests I could try. But according to what I had already tried, I was perfectly fine. The fibroids were still there, but not causing any blockage. My menstrual cycles were back to normal as well. We talked about trying infertility drugs, but I didn't feel led to do that at the time. Also, Brian was not willing to do any testing because he just did not think there was a problem. It was God's timing, he said. I just had to wait. While I wanted to believe that it did not quench the overwhelming desire, I had to hold and nurture a baby, my baby, and from my body my heart was hurting. I really couldn't explain it to anyone because no one in my circle had gone through what I was experiencing. If I could be very honest, I felt like not being able to conceive made me less of a woman. Women are supposed to have Children, right? It's our natural, right? Right. It may sound a bit naive, but that was the state of mind I was in at the time. All I kept thinking about was when my time, if ever, would come. I spent a lot of time fasting, praying and would ask God questions. I asked him if there was anything I was doing to cause the delay in conceiving. I also asked him if I should be praying for a child. Brian was always talking to me about God's timing. I started to wonder if it was even in God's plan for me to conceive a child at all. I wanted to believe so, but it was getting hard to hold on to that belief. Then I had a dream where my mother and I were in a hospital room