Every storm runs out of rain...

Written July 2, 2013.

Look what a difference two weeks makes!

When you've lived in the world of specialists and infertility treatments long enough, you know about Graduation Day: that magical day when the RE sends you off to your OB because he's confident enough in the progress of your little one. On Beanster's graduation day--at 7 weeks, 6 days gestation--we got the terrible news that his little heart had stopped beating, so it's no wonder that I didn't sleep a wink last night and cried through most of the morning as I prepared for Button's graduation day appointment.

As I got in the car to head to the office, the radio sang to life immediately. The song isn't one of my favorites, but I was captivated by the precise lyrics that filled the car at the moment the engine started: "Every storm runs out of rain, / Just like every dark night turns into day." I put a whole lot of stock in my faith but not a whole lot in signs, but this one was just too much--was it possible God was reassuring me that today was the day when our rain would finally stop and our rainbow would begin?

Once we were brought back into the ultrasound room, the waterworks started, and poor Jeff could do nothing more than hold me as I indelicately got snot all over the shoulder of his handsome new Polo. By the time our wonderful doctor came in, I must have looked like a wreck--but he seemed to understand. Without hesitating, he started the scan as I gripped Jeff's hand and stared at his face. And then came those wonderful words:

"Baby."

"Heartbeat."

And there was our little Button, so much bigger than anything we've ever seen on an ultrasound before, heart flickering away at 173bpm. And the tears came back, but for a much better reason this time.

Are we out of the woods? Of course not. Will we ever be, even when we hold our sweet little Button in our arms? Not really. But today is a good day. Today, our little family overcame a milestone and celebrated what we hope is only the first of many graduations.