Tuesday, January 19, 2016

7 Things Not to Say to Someone Struggling with Infertility (and Alternatives)

At some point in our friendship, I've shared a conversation with every infertile woman I know about about things we wish people hadn't said to us. Benefit of the doubt given:  I really do think people have the best intentions when they (unintentionally) say agitating and hurtful things. So allow me to offer some examples of super crummy things that have been said and some lovely alternatives.


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1.  My friends struggled with infertility for ______ year(s) and finally tried ______ and now they have ______ kid(s). 

What is meant:  A sweet story of encouragement.


Alternative:  With medicine and adoption, it's really rare to find couples these days who aren't able to ever have children. I'm sorry your story is such a difficult one. I do think, one day, you'll get to be a parent.

Why it's better:  Your friend's story may be incredibly beautiful and touching... But it's not my story and it's not the story of the woman you're speaking with. Every infertility journey is unique and hearing that another couple achieved parenthood through ______ just reminds me that I haven't become a parent yet. Give encouragement for the journey, not the unforeseen result.


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2.  There's always adoption.

What is meant:  There are so many alternatives to biological brokenness. You'll be a parent one day, I'm sure.

Alternative:  ASK your friend if she would consider adoption and let the conversation go from there.

Why it's better:  Before this struggle, my husband and I wanted to adopt children. We wanted to have biological kids, gain a few (ahem) parenting skills and then adopt older children who most likely would not be chosen and remain in the system for their entire childhood.

Then, we went to an adoption event, wondering in our minds if this would become our only option, and suddenly that thought was heartbreaking. Why? What changed? I had to do a lot of soul-searching but I think I finally figured it out-- losing the biological option, the potential of holding a son in my arms who looks just like my husband, takes a grieving process. Does it lessen the amount an adopted child would be loved? Absolutely not. Does it discount the beauty and necessity for adoptions? Never. But adoption becoming the only option may not be an easy thing for every couple to accept. Ask how your friend feels about adoption, but be careful of suggesting it as an effortless alternative.


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3. Just Relax. 

What is meant:  It'll happen. Stay encouraged. Don't give up hope.

Alternative:  It'll happen. Stay encouraged. Don't give up hope.


Why it's better:  "Just relax" is in the form of advice. Advice = a solution = a really really simple solution, to be exact = you'd be foolish if you hadn't thought of it = if you're not relaxed, you must be stressed out = you're overreacting. I hear this phrase a lot. Like, a lot. So I really do believe people have the best intentions when saying it. (And if you've been a culprit speaker of this phrase-- it's ok!) But be mindful of turning the need to keep up hope into a quick-fix solution. Infertility is a medical issue. Doctors don't tell their patients to "relax" away their illnesses, so avoid the stated phrase and just remind your friend to keep going strong.


4. Oh, haha, I have so many children. Here, take one of mine!

What is meant:  Comic relief.

Alternative:  Just go old school and tell a joke or silly story or something. Or point your friend to this picture.   

Why it's better:  Thanks for the reminder that your uterus is an overflowing fountain of embryonic fruitfulness while mine resembles an airplane dropping a thousand bouncy balls over a minefield. Sorry, I don't want your kids. My hottie pa-tottie husband is gonna make much prettier ones anyway. :)


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5.  Pregnancy is awful. Let me tell you all the reasons why.

What is meant:  I'm having a hard time with my pregnancy and need to vent.

Alternative:  Don't.

Why it's better:  This won't read lovingly, but I mean this lovingly, I really do. If you're pregnancy is difficult, I. Just. Can't. Sympathize. I'm sorry, I really am. But I can't. Because at the end of the day, would you trade in your pregnancy and future child for instant relief from your symptoms? Probably not. So it's worth it in the end and I would gladly take whatever crumminess you're dealing with to finally (finally!) see two little pink lines on that (stupid :P) little test.

On the flip side, I don't think women dealing with infertility should get to use that as a excuse to ignore other people's pregnancies and children. Our job as good friends to is keep supporting others by engaging in their happiness with them and showing support in whatever ways we can, like taking a meal to someone who's just brought a baby home or listening to the silly thing their six month old did yesterday. Living life with other people on this earth is so essential and we can't allow infertility to keep us from that. The joys, we should share in. But please forgive us if we excuse ourselves from listening to complaints. To us-- we've give anything to be where you are.

If you really really need a vent session, talk to another pregnant friend or a mother. Or, just avoid it altogether. Complaining isn't exactly a becoming habit.


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6.  Psssh. Kids are a handful. Enjoy your life now while you can!

What is meant:  ...I don't know, actually... Really? Come on, now.

Alternative:  You know, when you do have children, you'll probably have less time for coffee dates so let's go grab a latte! I'll buy.

Why it's better:  Because you're buying me a latte, duh. :)


7. I totally know what you're going through. We tried for two months.

Two? I'm sorry... Did you just say two? As in, got pregnant on your second try?

What is meant:  I believe the goal here is to cheer up somebody and let them know you understand. The problem is...

Alternative:  You don't know what it's like until you've actually been through it. And you don't have to pretend to!

Why it's better:  You don't need to understand everything I'm feeling. That's ok, really. If you try to compare my situation with another that doesn't really match, it downplays all the pain and struggle I've gone through. My husband and I haven't entered the world of IUI or IVF just yet-- we've completed all our testing and are still just taking fertility drugs. So I won't tell a woman whose undergone those procedures that I know what it's like because I don't. That's a new world with new hardships of its own. Our stories are different and that's alright. Instead, just listen. This is undeniably helpful. Listen to what your friend is feeling, dealing with, and thinking. Let your encouragement spring from that and just be there.

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Bonus:  If it's any consolation, you're going to be great parents one day.

What is meant:  A super loving compliment.

Alternative:  There is no alternative. This is awesome.

Why I've included this:  Because it's still something that's hard to hear. At the end of every unsuccessful cycle, we're forced to ask ourselves, Why? Why aren't we able to have children easily like other people? There's a sneaky little lie that pops up in response, telling us we don't have children because somehow we aren't worthy or won't be good parents. We need sweet friends like you to help us combat this lie. It'll be hard to hear. You may see little flickers of hurt or bitterness cross our face. But don't take it personally and keep reminding us that our situation is not due to our capabilities. That sneaky little lie is one we can combat together. :)


In the end, if you aren't sure what to say, just remember to tell us this:  God is enough. He is sovereign; he is good. He satisfies. And Jesus will always tell us exactly what we need to heard, Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.

Agape,
CC

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

On Infertility, Trivia and Toucans

There's something I haven't talked about on yet social media:  infertility. 

But I think I'd like to. This IS part of my life, even if I resent it. And I've seen so much beauty come from it-- in the way people have supported us and the Lord has taught us and we've grown as a couple-- many good things are coming from one terrible thing.

And the more I share this with others, the more I've been able to be a blessing to people. And people have been HUGE blessings to us in return. 

So, I guess now I'm off to try sharing in the social media world and connecting with other infertile social medialites. It's going to be an adventure. :) I hope you journey through it with me!

My husband's family has the gift of making the most incredibly beautiful children ever. Seriously though. Each and every one of my nieces and nephews are crazy adorable. It's unfair to the rest of society. So if you stick with us, and (fingers crossed!) all goes well in the end, then I promise something super cute is coming. :)

Here's a journal entry from this summer. It explains everything. 




July 11, 2015

I found a toucan on my nightstand yesterday. 

This was no ordinary toucan-- it was a toucan of hope, of promises, of God's goodness. It was a toucan of grace.

These silly birds are one of my favorite animals but I've noticed over the years that it's not often you'll find a stuffed animal depicting the jungle aviators. More often than not, people desire stuffed bears, cats, monkeys or dogs. Then, last Tuesday as we gathered with friends at a nearby bar for our weekly trivia game, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. A stuffed animal game machine and in the corner was a tiny, bright-yellow-beaked toucan! He was small and a little chubby and just so super cute.

My mind immediately began racing through visions of the happy child who would eventually win the bird. From there, my brain began producing images of our future children. And I'm sure, sweet journal, you know what happened next. What if I won that little toucan and was able to give it to our baby one day? It's small enough to fit in a diaper bag and we could take it anywhere. And I love the bright yellow beak-- it's my favorite color on my favorite animal. The next thing I knew, I was lost in daydreams of having babies with Dan and that little toy bird was the common factor in all of them. 

It became a vision of hope. If there were indeed stuffed animal toucans in the world and I happened across one here at a bar of all places, then surely there is hope for other things in our life as well. Like children.

I had to win that toucan.

I kept my eye on it all evening, counting down the trivia questions (Benjamin Franklin invented bifocals! Jupiter is the planet with the shortest day!) until it was at last time to leave. After saying our goodbyes, Dan and I went to his car to get coins and then sneaked back into the bar towards the machine. (Yes, sneaked, because we wanted to avoid the moment we told the hostess, Don't worry about seating us; we're just here to get a toucan.)

We dropped our fifty cents into the box, moved the claw into position and let it drop. A few seconds later it returned to its starting position, toucanless. I was crushed. This was supposed to be my symbol of hope. This was supposed to come easy-- God always promises hope and he was surely trying to use this bird to prove his promises are trustworthy.

My husband tried next to no avail and it was very clear to see that because of the way it was positioned, this toucan was not budging. No sense in wasting more quarters. We were only going to fail.

Crestfallen, we walked back to the car. My husband drove in silence as I held his hand and cried the whole way home, believing in the worst parts of my heart that our situation was definitely, in fact, hopeless. 

A few days later, my husband and I were hanging out in the living room and I needed to pick up something from our bedroom. It was a nothing moment-- nothing special and nothing expected. As soon as I walk into the bedroom, I discover a cheerful, stuffed toucan perched on my nightstand, a letter laying across his feet. Inside the note, Dan's messy handwriting greeted me with these words at its core:

"Let us run with endurance the race set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith."  I don't know what the Lord's purpose is for us in this season as we struggle through this, but just like Christ, we can set our eyes on what lies before us and endure the worst of it for God's glory and our good. 

Somehow, in a way that was unseen and completely out of my control, the toucan of hope found its way to us. It's not the exact same toucan I had envisioned-- this one was much larger and had a beak of orange instead of yellow. I didn't obtain this bird in the way I had originally planned-- he didn't come easy and I had to wait, creating much sorrow and, to my shame, much doubt in God. 

But somehow deep down I just knew the Lord was using that toucan to remind me of the hope there is in his promises and that's exactly what he did. He reminded me that hope is not my own design but his, and his ways are higher than my ways. He reminded me that while there may be struggles, his character is unchanging, his love steadfast and unfailing. And he reminded me that while things may look different in the end than I originally envisioned, he works all things for my good and his holy purposes.

I haven't moved the toucan off my nightstand just yet. I like spying him there when I first wake up and when I lie back down again at night. It helps me start and end my day with hope, with the promise that I don't have to rely on my own strength today but on God's.

And with that truth, I've already been given all the "toucans" I could ever possibly desire or need through the fulfilled work of my amazing and loving Savior. 

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I'm excited to journey through this season with you, sweet readers. THANK YOU to everyone who has and still are supporting us, loving us, and encouraging us. People truly have beautiful hearts. :) :)

Agape, 

Carrie

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Master Bedroom Update

Hello, sweet friends! Happy Christmastime! I can't wait to read all about your holiday adventures. :)

As with my last post, beige is officially out of the interior design world and everything is going gray, especially for sell-back value. So we updated our master to match the trend.... AND I'M OBSESSED. I stinking love this room. If I decide not to have a life one day, this is where you'll find me.

We updated the paint, blinds, and a few little touches here or there. (Like a barn door! Check out the barn door! I'm in love.) I'd love to hear your feedback on this room!

And yes, kitty Pippa made quite a few appearances while I was taking pictures. 

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 One of the few "rules" we have for our marriage-- we always kiss goodnight. Angry, exhausted, slaphappy, sick-- doesn't matter. We always kiss goodnight. :)

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Dan and I made this sign.:)  We used two fences post cut down to size and then distressed them to look all vintagey. Next, we took aluminum sheeting, painted it with chalkboard paint, and used big, decorative screws to adhere it to the fence posts. 

This little statute of ours is so near and dear to our hearts, I really wanted to display it on something we built together... And I wanted it to use chalkboard paint... Because I like it I'm a trend-following conformist. 

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I painted the frame and the matting of the sailboat picture black and white to match the gray in the room. I had NO IDEA how difficult it was to re-frame a picture but (thanks to my resourceful husband) it turned out just fine. And nobody died. 

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Ugh-- I'm still absolutely in love with these floor-to-almost-ceiling windows. And so is Miss Pippa. If I can't find her around the house, she's normally camped out here watching birds. 

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 And here, sweet friends, is our barn door!

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We bought an old door from Habitat for Humanity (of course) and stripped it of paint (and stripped, and stripped, and stripped and cried and screamed and had a nervous breakdown and stripped some more). Then I sanded it down and stained it using Miniwax's Classic Gray. It. Took. FOREVER. So much so that I haven't done the backside yet and to be honest, I don't know if I have it in me. I might just paint it. 

But... All that said... I'm super excited about the result. 

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If you want my advice on how to do a barn door cheaply, here it is:  refinish an old door like we did, but save and splurge on the hanging hardware. It's a 50-100 pound moving object on your wall. The last thing you want is for it to be unsafe. I did the research on Pinterest and blogs for you. I promise. Just buy the real thing. We purchased ours for under $75 on Amazon. 

I know, I know. *Thanks, Mom.* But seriously-- compromising on safety in my book is not worth saving a few bucks. Plus... This hardware is gorgeous

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Pippa's like-- Ya done yet? I wanna eat / cuddle / accidentally scratch your face.
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 ...Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr purr purr...

Doh!
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And, in honor of Keeping It Real-- here's a little look into the reno life and what you'll find right now on the other side of that barn door. 

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 A hot mess!!

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And a handsome husband hard at work.

Welcome to our current master bath, sweet readers. Subway tile + wood tile floor + glass bowl sinks = I can't wait to write a blog post on the finished product. :) :)

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Detail time! 

Here's that jar of pennies from one of my previous posts. As with our kissing goodnight rule, this will always have a home somewhere in our bedroom. 

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I bought this little yellow, glass bowl in an antique consignment shop in Plaza Midwood to hold all those too-chunky bracelets. I think it's so adorable.


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 New frame, but same inserts as in our old master bedroom post-- our vows from our wedding.


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So that's everything! I hope you enjoyed it. I love this room so much. I think it's cozy and romantic, I love just curling up in front of those big windows with a book (and Pippa nearby, of course,) and reminiscing about all the lovely memories Dan and I have shared in this room.

Here's to many more lazy Saturdays spent in bed with good coffee and great company. :)

And, last but not least, no Southern bedroom would be complete without a monogram to greet you at the door. 

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Thanks for reading! As always, I would LOVE your thoughts and to hear about any projects you've been working on. Let's link up! :) 

Agape,
CC

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Living Room and Dining Room Update!

Hello sweet friends! HAPPY SUMMER! :D

I hope you're having a lovely start to my absolute most favorite season ever. 

A (long) while ago, you may have caught our Living Room and Dining Room reveals. Well, friends, we've gone and updated everything so I wanted to share with you again. 



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Why did we change the living room? When we renovated it, all we really needed to do in the room was paint and remove those straight-from-the-80's mirrors over the fireplace. Everything else you saw was our newlywed, hand-me-down decor. Don't get me wrong-- we are SO grateful to all our friends and family who aided us in filling that room! And we really enjoyed it and felt very blessed. But it wasn't good for staging. Our goal with our fixer-upper is to sell it back; if the living room is the first impression potential buyers receive, it needs to be a little more... Well... Matching. Thus, a few months ago we snagged up our tax refund and went bargain hunting. We updated the gallery wall, bought two chairs, curtains, a new (reclining!) sofa, and a cabinet that I refinished for our T.V. stand. Super bargain hunters that we are, this all rounded up under $600. I'm a proud living room mama. 

So why update the dining room? I knew that when we first moved in, beige and brown were slowly fading out as the go-to resell colors. Little did I know just how fast that fade would happen! Everything now is gray gray gray! I love gray a whole lot more, and it's a lot easier for me to work with personally, so off to the paint store I went.

You should also know, Dan's parents are the ones who originally painted the dining room. They came to visit when we moved in and worked on it while we were at work. It was such a lovely surprise! They've helped us so much with our house, somehow even while they live states away, and a part of me was a little sad to paint over their handiwork. I felt like I was painting over memories. But then I figured-- that's what houses do. They collect memories in layers of paint and plaster and drywall patches. And with each change, they grow. And a new memory is made. 

Picture time! I won't add too much commentary for this. :) Let me know what you think!


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I'm obsessed with these chairs. They're from Target! Prepare for many picture of these chairs...

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My college housemate Amy made this pillow for Dan and I when we got married. It has our names and wedding date embroidered on the back. Isn't it adorable? She's quite talented!


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Here's the cabinet that I refinished. I bought it at Habitat (what haven't I bought at Habitat?) for just $15! Sanded a little, primed a little, painted a lot and viola! I'm obsessed with it!


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My husband added the amazing lighting in the cabinet. I added my favorite young adult books. :) 


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Found this nifty little tub to keep our remotes in. Somehow we still lose them constantly...


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There are so many tutorials on Pinterest on how to make a gallery wall. I should write one on how NOT to do it using the pictures from the original living room post. #Oops? I like this one much better! 


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Here's a little table we keep all of our shoes in. (One of my biggest pet peeves is a bunch of shoes on the floor.) Another Habitat find. And! One of Dan's students painted that picture of us! She saw a picture on my (clearly not protected enough) Facebook and made this as a gift. IT'S GORGEOUS. People ask about it all the time and I love getting to share the story behind it. 


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Here's the original. Didn't she do a stunning job?


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And now, on to the dining room! :D

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As grateful as I am for our super cheap, Craig'slisted dining room table, I would love to get a black table for this room one day, but we'll probably move before that ever happens. I'll just imagine it. *Sigh* Pretty black table in my black and gray room...


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Oh, is that what it would look like? It DOES look marvelous!
.... Too much time on my hands? Sorry. I work at a school and I'm on summer break... 


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This picture I made. I took a picture that I bought at Goodwill, painted the frame, then used Mod Podge to glue pages torn from an old Bible all over it. The Bible quote is Ecclesiastes 3:11, of course. The top left starts with Genesis 1, the bottom right is Revelation 1, and they meet in the middle. 


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Here's another homemade wedding gift. Our sweet friend Caleb is an amazing artist and he made us a set of these dishes when we got married. Aren't they incredible? He offered to make us an entire set to use as our place setting, but internally I thought, I could never eat off of these. They'll scratch. Or break. I just want to look at them all day and think about how beautiful they are...


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And my last show-off for the post. This one is near and dear to my heart. It's my sand collection! I've gathered sand from every beach I've visited and many friends have brought me back jars of sand from beaches they've gone to and I've slowly gathered a large sample of one of my favorite things on earth. It's so cool to see how different the sand looks from different places around the world. Puerto Rico:  orange. Italy:  practically black.  Maine:  super rocky. Florida panhandle:  white and fine. I love it! If you ever want to send me sand, I won't protest!


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And that's our new living and dining room! I hope you enjoy and as always, I would love to hear your comments below. 

Come over sometime and visit. :) We'll cook you some scrumptious Southern food to eat in our dining room and then hunker down for coffee and dessert in my (favorite) paisley chairs. 

Happy summering, sweet readers!

Agape,
CC