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Entries from April 2007

Bruised

April 30, 2007 · 16 Comments

Perhaps this would be better titled bloated, bruised, and beautiful.  Perhaps these battle scars are the most beautiful things I have ever seen.  These physical scars will heal much sooner than the emotional ones, but it’s one step at a time. No matter the results that the surgery, I would not be where I am without the love and support of my husband, family (both near and far), and friends (in real life and especially through this blog.)  Thank you all from the bottom of my heart. 

My next follow up appointment is on May 10th.  Until then, I’ll continue to work on healing and enjoying the very good company of all of you.

(I am soooo trying to avoid how bad that picture looks….(smiles.)

Categories: About Me

Posting on Percocet

April 28, 2007 · 43 Comments

Last night’s Good Luck party was wonderful!  With everybody floating around, chit chatting, and hugging me, there was little time to be worried.  I suggest that everybody out there to do something they really enjoy their night before surgery.  For me, since I’m on a strict diet, having a really tasty dinner and cake with friends was heavenly!

We left early for home, and I packed my bag for yesterday.  I’m a plan ahead kind of woman.  My efforts paid off, but more about that later.  I had many phone calls from friends and family to wish me well.  I learned one very valuable lesson.  One should let phone calls hit their voicemail if they aren’t sure that the person who is calling is 100% behind you when it comes to the surgery, and your journey to become parents.  Otherwise, you find yourself being defensive, frustrated, and worked up, and none of that is good prior to surgery. 

Regardless, I managed to have a pretty decent night’s sleep.  I woke up and went about my normal business.  I showered, threw in a load of laundry, swept the kitchen floor, vacuumed the living room, and made the bed.  I thought that a bit of normaly would make the day a bit smoother.  I also remembered to put a blanket by the couch, make some lemonaid for later, and to make sure the things I would want later on that day were in an accesible location.

Dr. Local’s office rang us around 8:30 to tell me that my surgery had been moved forward.  I was thrilled!  I was ready.  There was nothing more I could do to prepare for this moment.  I called my mom and let her know of the scheduling change.  Justin about jumped through his skin, and skipped into what I dubbed panic mode.  I think he just might have been more nervous than me!

As we entered the lobby, I still was in denial that this was about to happen.  I was never so thankful to have my husband, my mother, my father, my brother, and second mom E there with me.  They all gave me the strength I needed to be brave.  I registered with ease, but my husband was not so soothed.  His leg started bobbing up and down, he fidgeted, and you could see beads of sweat on his forehead.  It was becoming clear to me that he needed to get out of the hospital for a while.  I needed calm.  I know he loves beyond a shadow of a doubt, but I couldn’t spend my energy helping him.  So, off went Dad, Chris, and Justin for some lunch. 

Of course, we waited so long that they had returned before I was paged back.  Once I was buzzed, I headed over and was told that it was only me needed for the time being.  What?!  No good!  My heart began racing and about pounded out of my chest.  We headed into my pre-op room, and was asked the same questions I had already answered numerous times prior.  Then, I was told that I needed to change into some seriously good lookin’ white thigh highs, a hospital gown, non-skid socks, and a hair net.  After which, she would start my IV, and then family could come back. 

“Um,” I uttered shakily.  “Can I please have my family back with me while you do the IV?”  She shook her head no.  “I am not going to let you put that IV in unless I have at least one family member here with me,” I demanded.  She knew I meant business, and sent somebody to snag a family member.  She exited quickly, and I began to get on my garb.

I had no clue who was coming back, and was glad to see it was my mom.  She does well with the whole staying calm in a not so fun situation.  Justin would have had a tough time with the IV drama we had.  My veins are tiny, they roll, and collapse.  She try working with that when you haven’t had anything to eat or drink in what feels like forever.  The first try was a bust.  The second caused me to yell a very loud F word.  It hurt THAT BAD.  They went and grabbed the anesthesiologist so that he could use a smaller needle.  That did the trick!

Once the IV was in, my husband walked in the door.  I was glad to see him.  Shortly after, they pushed some calming drugs through my IV.  I believe the exact words I said were, “It’s like being drunk without even drinking.  Whoa, the room is spinning.”  A few seconds later the room spinning came to a halt.  My mom kissed my forehead, and then my husband did the same.  They wheeled me into the hallway, and I remember NOTHING from that point until I was in recovery.

I guess it took me a very long time to wake up after surgery. Nobody was surprised, because I take forver to wake up after I pass out as well.  As I was coming through, I can recall the nurse telling me, “You have on an oxygen mask.  Just breathe easily, honey.”  Back out to sleep I went.  Later, I began to wake up more, and she began to ask me my name, where I was, and how old I am. 

I was then wheeled into a private recovery room.  Things are a bit fuzzy for a bit, but I can remember my mom came in first.  My husband came in shortly after.  They both were deleriously happy.  That’s when I was told that I had a septum.  I did not have a bicornuate uterus.  I did not have a unicornuate uterus. All I had was a large septum.

   

So, the figure V above, and it was between these two.  Therefore, it was making it very difficult to diagnose.  This is the very best news we could have hoped for.  He went in and removed the septum.  As soon as he did this, my uterus inflated to the size of a NORMAL uterus.  As in, you should have no problems carrying a baby to term size. 

He said that all I should need is ovulation induction, and we should be good to go!  In addition, he said that all I needed was to have one normal period, and we could try away.  Despite this, I want to lose twenty more pounds before we go ahead with trying.  This will ensure that I’m even healthier, and give us the best “reproductive outcome” possible (the doc’s words.)

So, after another twenty pounds off, we will head in for a F.emara cycle with supervision by Dr. Local (so we know if and when exactly I am ovulating.)  He sees no reason why we won’t be succussful this way.  I feel like I need to pinch myself, just to make sure it is real.  We’re deliously happy!

Oh, and I didn’t proofread this one…I’m hopped up on percocet right now, making out with my heating pad, and sporting some really sexy hospital mandated thigh highs….oh yeah baby!

Categories: Family · Friendship · Infertility · Laparoscopy · Married Life · Mother & Daughter · Weight Loss

Update on Becky

April 27, 2007 · 19 Comments

As most of you know Becky had her surgery today and I wanted to let you know that she is home and doing well. I have been sitting here for a while trying figure out what to say. The one thing I know for sure is I hope that I am not going to wake up tomorrow and find out that today was just a dream. You might ask why I would say that well when the Doctor told us that there was a septum in the uterus and that he removed it and now Becky has a NORMAL UTERUS both Justin and I had to ask the Doctor to repeat what he said a few times it just did not want to sink in. We were not prepared for this kind of news. We did hope for good news but we never even dared to dream that she would have this kind of outcome. As I am typing this the tears are falling yes they are happy tears. All I can think is that my beautiful, amazing, precious daughter will be able to have a child of her own it is so hard to believe this good news as it has been such a long journey to get here. If this is a dream I never want to wake up.

I love this part, the Doctor let Justin be the one to give Becky the news I was there and I can say that it has been such a long time since I have seen her so happy, I can still see the look on her face when he told her the news  it was first disbelief then confusion back to disbelief she kept asking are you sure then she went to normal as in n o r m a l  he had to reassure her that yes it was now normal and that the doctor said that she would be able to carry a baby. It feels so strange to say that she should not have any problems having a baby. We all feel like we have been given a wonderful gift one we won’t forget anytime soon. Well I need to go as it is late and it has been a wonderful amazing day. I want to thank all of you for the support that you have given to Becky.

Becky’s Mom

Categories: Laparoscopy

Feel the Love

April 26, 2007 · 20 Comments

My next post will be an update on how surgery went.  Ok, so I won’t be writing it, but that’s what the topic will be.  I’m sure my mom, dad, or Justin will update….perhaps even all three will give their version.  Thanks to everybody for wishing me well.  Giant hugs are being sent out to you!

Today’s appointment was a bit frustrating.  Perhaps, because Dr. Local told me that he now believes I have a unicornuate uterus.  The continual switching of my diagnosis is difficult for everybody.  So, tomorrow will fix that issue, and for that I’m glad!

My brother called and asked me what’s for dinner tonight.  I think my grin stretched from ear to ear, because that meant that he was making a surprise visit!  He took his first sick day ever, to come and sit at the hospital.  My brother HATES hospitals.  He told my mom that this is the only way he knows how to show his support (I’m sure he doesn’t want to talk about his sister’s uterus and all, and I don’t blame him!)  Dear Lord, I was about in tears.  I love that man…when did he become a man?  He’s my little brother!  I guess he’s not so little anymore, eh?  So, just maybe I’m the luckiest woman in the world to have such a great family and amazing friends.  I love them all so much.  Then, I have the honor of having the extremely supportive and wonderful women I’ve met here in Blog Land.  I feel like Sally Fields right now.  They like me!  Hmm…perhaps too much sunshine and daisies for a Thursday afternoon.

I put a tab at the top of my page for a book exhcange between us women.  I think it’s a great opportunity for us to share our resources.  So, be sure to post a comment if you have a book you don’t mind shipping and sharing!  Don’t have an infertility, adoption, or parenting book?  You can always share others if you want to.  I’m not picky!

Well, better get ready for my “Good Luck” party. Mmmm….cake!  It definitely makes up for two rounds with the vampires today.  My poor arms.

Until next time, I hope everybody has a wonderful weekend!

Categories: Family · Infertility · Laparoscopy

A Bit Confused & a Good Luck Party!

April 25, 2007 · 15 Comments

This evening I walked through the medical section of a local bookstore and wondered to myself, “Where are the books about infertility?”  I searched to no avail and was forced to hunt down a store clerk.  “Excuse me ma’am, where would I find your books about infertility?” I ask with confidence in my voice and pride in my heart for fearlessly putting my question into words.  “Oh, I think they might be over in the family planning section,” she ventured.  I thanked her and headed in that direction.

I took a deep breath and headed down the aisle.  I walked completely to the end and had to double back, because I couldn’t find a single book on the subject.  I found numerous books on naming your baby, how to be an uber chic mommy, and countless books sporting toothless infant grins.  Then, my eyes zoned in on three books nestled between a book on how to achieve pregnancy naturally and one on how to plan your baby shower.  If only the store owners knew that there is a very large chasm between those two books.  It’s one so large it’s capable of swallowing a woman’s heart whole.  Those three books represent an entire population of women who’s heart and soul are invested in their content.

I tilted my head sideways and examined their spines, and then picked them all up.  I read their descriptions and immediately knew that two were the baby dust variety and the other was the sort that explained all the intricacies of IVF.  Once again I found another vast chasm, and I found my self standing in the void between two lands.  I’m far beyond throwing baby dust in hopes that it will bring about a baby.  I’m much snarkier than that now.  I’ve learned too much, gone too far, and ached for too long.  However, I’ve not reached the land of blastocysts and transfers just yet.  Where are the books for women like me?

Where are the books full of witty comments on how to respond to rude and invasive questions?  Where are the books that make you laugh at the craziness that is infertility?  I don’t need a book about how to get pregnant, because that’s what I have an RE for!  I don’t need a book about eating healthy to improve my fertility, that’s what I have Ben and Jerry’s for!  Or, at least that is what the local news said the other day, and I for one plan on believing them.  Bring on a book dripping with sarcasm and bitterness, because that’s what I’m looking for.  I want camaraderie in print, not more advice that I have to pay $16.99 for.  I can get that for free and without any solicitation!

So, one may ask me, “Becky, why are you looking for a book on infertility?  Don’t you deal with that enough?”  I guess that would be a natural assumption, but I’m at the point where I can no longer thrust my head into the sand and ignore the reality that is my situation.  If I was a single woman, I could find any number of books about dating, how to find a good man, how to keep a good man, and how to tell if he’s the one.  If I was engaged, I could find books on planning the perfect engagement party and wedding etiquette.  If I were newly married, I could find books on how to have even hotter sex, managing the stress of married life, and how to communicate better between each other.  If I wanted to have a baby, I could find many books about understanding my cycle, charting my temperatures, and preparing my body for what is certain to be impending motherhood.  So, why would it be a stretch to seek out a book when find yourself in the land of infertility? 

You see, I feel it’s natural to find a book that fits your situation in life.  So, when I find only three lonely books on a shelf dedicated to a subject that affect 7.3 million Americans, I’m a bit confused.  There’s clearly a need, a want, and more than enough space for them on the shelf.  So, where are they?  I spent thirty minutes in that bookstore, and in those thirty minutes I felt so alone.  I felt lost amongst the stacks, misrepresented amongst the titles, and saddened by the very location of the books.  That’s how I feel about all that.

Tomorrow I have my pre-op with Dr. Local at 8 am, followed by the one with the hospital at 10.  I’m not sure what will fill the rest of my day, but I’m certain that it will involve packing a bag in case I stay over night, running last minute errands, and having one heck of a party!  That’s right a good luck party in my honor.  I simply love my family!  Mmmm, there will be dinner, laughing, and cake! 

Tonight was another wonderful dinner with Jess and Sharah.  Thanks ladies!  I really do love your company!  Of course we all wish Kellie, could have been there though.

Categories: About Me · Complaint Department · Everyday Stuff · Infertility · Loss

Interview with an infertile’s husband…

April 24, 2007 · 17 Comments

The following interview was done with my husband.  I guess you can call this the second interview in the How Infertility Affects the Team series.

Becky:  This is so strange, interviewing my own husband.

Justin: It’s a little strange being interviewed by my wife.

B:  Let’s start at the beginning.  When we met, I told you there could be an infertility issue with me.  How did that make you feel?

J:  Concerned for you, but I knew we would still have a future together.  It was more about you, than it was about me. 

B: Did it ever make you consider not being with me?

J:  No, not ever.  It never even crossed my mind.  I fell in love with you for who you are, not because what you may or may not be able to give me.

B:  When we first started trying, were you nervous?

J:  Oh, yeah.  I knew there was the risk of it not ever working.  Not only that, but we were taking things to the next level of our relationship.

B:  When was the first time you realized there was really going to be a problem?

J:  The first time I thought there may be a real problem, was after the first miscarriage.  It took us forever to get there, and then when we did…it didn’t work.  The second time, drove the whole issue home.  We had arrived at the big leagues.

B:  Who did you turn to for support during those times?

J:  You.  I leaned on you.  I’ve never had any experience in that department, and I relied on you for the important information.  I didn’t feel like my guy friends took me seriously.  Their basic philosophy was, “Give it time.”

B:  How did you feel about that advice?

J:  It made me realize that I couldn’t turn to them, because if they understood what I really needed they would never give that advice or would have asked what I needed. 

B:  Did you tell anybody any details?

J:  Not really.  I didn’t want advice.

B:  Do you think that affected the level of support you were getting?

J:  I was too busy focusing on you to worry about me. 

B:  How do you think infertility has shaped our marriage?

J:  It’s made it more challenging.  Every day there’s something new.  Never a dull moment around here! 

B:  Has it changed us and our marriage for the better or worse?

J:  We, of course, have weak moments.  In every stressful situation that is to be expected, but if you don’t learn from it and take something away, that’s when it isn’t worthwhile.   It’s shaped us for the better, we’re stronger.  We have to be.

B:  Have you ever considered giving up on having children?

J:  The only time I’d give up, was if it was  becoming detrimental to you and our relationship.

B:  How far are you willing to go?

J:  As far as we can go logistically and practically.  Nothing is off limits.

B:  What do you say to those who may ask, “Why are we doing this?”

J:   Duh.  Isn’t it obvious?  What kind of stupid question is that?  I want to watch you feeding a child at the table, go fishing with our child, teach them lessons we’ve learned, to carry on our family values and traditions, and so many other things.  Why does anybody want children…Next Question Now.

B:  On a scale of 1 to 10 how important is having a child to you?

J:  As long as it isn’t going to hurt me and you, it’s a 10.

B:  What’s most frustrating about infertility to you?

J:  Other than the toll it has on you. It’s the constant disappointment, not knowing what’s going to happen next, the stupid advice, the ups and down, and the whole damn process, and not having people understanding and respecting what’s happening in our relationship.

B:  What’s the funniest part?

J:  Some of the things you have to go through are like, “Watch out for the egg yolk!”  “Hang on let me grab your legs, and throw them up here, and watch your face turn that bright shade of red!”  Oh, man, some people say  some really dumb things…you have to laugh, and almost say, “Here’s your sign.”

B:  How often do you think about infertility and why?

J:  All the time.  It’s always coming up.  It’s the biggest part of our lives right now. It’s in front of us every day.  Something is always going on with it.  It’s like a giant neon sign in front of us.  It doesn’t even take any prompting.  I don’t need a commercial or small child to remind me.  No trigger needed, it’s already on my mind…just as much as yours.

B:  What would you say to those who would say, “Can’t you just stop thinking about it?”

J:  That’s like asking me to stop thinking about smoking.  Even though I quit ages ago, I still think about that every day.  Anybody who can say that, obviously has never wanted something as badly  as we want this or had the strength to go after it.

B:  How do you feel about the…ummm…little room you have to go into at the RE’s office?

J:  You mean the Little Room of Love?  Nice leather chair with a diaper under your ass and porn.  Hmm…all that’s missing is a pillow.  Seriously, it’s something I never thought I would have to do.  Nobody envisions themselves having to do that.  You worry about it at first, but then after a while, it’s no big deal.

B:  What do you wish people knew about infertility?

J:  I wish there was more widespread knowledge.  It’s like a hidden secret in everybody’s family closet.  All the scientific advances in the past fifteen years are simply amazing.  It’s a strange perception people have.  I think if more information was out there, people just might understand it more.

B:  So, I am so curious about what is going on inside that brain of yours.  Care to share?

J:  I’m trying to reach a comfortable point with everything.  I’m trying to relay to you that I want this as much as you do without making you feel guilty for not giving it to me.  This sucks we have to go through this.  It’s a damn raw deal, but we have to do what it takes.  It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to go through, and that is saying a lot.  I hate worrying that your meds are going to change your mood, and I won’t know if what you’re saying is due to the meds or really something you mean?  Keeping you motivated towards our goal, and not letting you give up on yourself or our dreams.  Hey, I don’t normally use this many words in one day.  Infertility brings one heck of a new dynamic into a relationship.  Normal couples have to worry about what’s for dinner.  We on the other hand have to ponder the ethics of assisted reproductive technology, whether our finances can stretch, have discussions with family about helping with the cost (sad, but true), and all the other crap.  I wish every couple had to go through this.  Ok, so not for as long as we did, but at least it would teach them empathy.  You’d think people would get the loss and grief, because it’s loss and grief!  However, not so much. 

B:  Anything else floating around in there?  Care to dust the cobwebs off of it?

J:  No, give me a real question, Katie.

B:  More like Oprah, only white.  How do you feel about my upcoming surgery?

J:  Scared as hell.  I worry about the standard surgery stuff…ok some of it may not be rationale…then there is the rationale…what will they find?  What will the diagnosis be?  It could turn out great or just utter crap.  Either way, we will have a lot to think about.  However, we can’t even start planning the next step until after it.  So, we’re stuck waiting.  It kills me!

B:  Do you think that sometimes you don’t realize how much infertility affects me?

J:  Oh yeah.  I have a harder time reading your feelings now.  You’ve created this new way of putting on a happy face.  When we first got together, you didn’t have that.  Now, I have a harder time reading and reacting to you, because you have that mask on.  That’s why we have our new secret signal, so I don’t have to read you.  You feel sad or whatever about the situation, and you give me the signal.  That helps.

B:  How has it changed me from your perspective?

J:  You’re more guarded, but in a good way.  You show a ton of love to more people.  You are still a happy go lucky person, but every once in a while something  happens and  you pull inside your shell.  You always come back out though.  You are very passionate person, and this subject is no different.  You fight to help those who are in your situation, you do your best to help those who aren’t to understand.  It’s an incredible and inspiring focus.  It makes me want to take up the cause with you.  I like it!  Not the shell part, but the rest. 

B:  What would you want to hear from a friend who isn’t going through infertility?  How do you want them to support you?

J:  That’s a loaded question.  I have found that trusting people with this subject is tough.  I’m not going to set myself up to discuss this with somebody who won’t understand it, because I’m passionate about it.  What I want to hear from a friend is nothing…I want them to listen.  I don’t want them to judge, give advice, etc.  I just want them to sit there and listen, nod their head.  Not tell me how to have sex with my wife or tell me to be patient.

I would like to say that your blogging friends are amazing.  Without them, you probably would have felt much more alone.  I do read their comments on your posts.  They educate me sometimes.  You need a men’s advice column on the top of your blog.  You know, What Men Need to Know tab, and all you women can educate us guys. 

Categories: Everyday Stuff · Family · Infertility · Married Life

Infertility T-Shirts

April 24, 2007 · 2 Comments

I am so in love!  Check these suckers out!

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Down to Business

April 24, 2007 · 7 Comments

Have you ever had so much swirling in your mind you can’t quite pick what you want to say first?  That’s me this morning.  So, to keep from writing in a stream of consciousness type style, despite the fact that it’s my favorite.  I’m going to break this down by subject.  I know it’s not eloquent, but who needs eloquent, when sometimes you just plain need efficient?

1.  Tomorrow (because it’s going to be fun!)

If you are a woman who’s going through infertility and live in the Huntsville, Alabama area, tonight we are having our monthly W.A.I.T.T. (We’re all in This Together) meeting!  Here are the specs:

When:

Wednesday, April 25, 2007, 6:00 PM

Where:

Logan’s Roadhouse
6226 University Drive
Huntsville , AL 35806
256/837-7885

C’mon ladies in Huntsville, Athens, Harvest, Decatur, and  Madison, Alabama.  We know infertility is tough, and I’m sure it’s a difficult step to take, but you are welcome in our group.  Trust me, it’s a great time!  Sharah, you’ll have to see if S can make it!  Perhaps she’s reading here right now!  S, my favorite Southern Living at Home consultant, come and join us!

2.  Today (because it’s boring.)

Getting the house in some semblance of order.  I’m prepping before surgery.  I know I won’t be up to doing laundry, cleaning bathrooms, vacuuming, mopping floors, etc.  So, I’m conquering those duties now.  My hopes are that if I get some of it done now, then Justin won’t have to do a whole bunch for a few days at least.  So, after cleaning the house like a mooring phene, I’m off to do a bit more preparing in the form of grocery stopping. 

However, before grocery shopping, I must put on some serious big girl panties and head over to see the new baby of a friend.  I’d rather do it now, than after the surgery, where I just might get to feeling a bit sorry for myself.  (At least I can admit that, right?)  Although, seeing the baby will be difficult, her mother is wonderful.  She has always been sensitive to me and what is going on.  When I told her my diagnosis, she actually knew what it was.  I was shocked!  She had caught an episode on some cable channel (Note to self:  Figure out which one and when for those who are going to ask.)  She also did not invite me to the baby shower.  Not out of malice, but because that way I wouldn’t have to feel obligated to go, go even if I didn’t want to, or feel guilty for not going.  She took that out of my hands.  She’s the first to do that.  One could say, that I was excluded, but I don’t feel that way.  Instead, she waited until the baby was a month or two old, and sent me a personal invitation to come over.  This way, I could cry if I need to.  Come when the time is right for me.  Talk about sensitivity.  This woman rocks!  So, perhaps that’s why I feel that it’s safe to go, safe to feel whatever it is that I feel when I’m there, and that she will completely understand.  After all, she spared me baby shower games!

3.  The Past (because it was fun and interesting):

Sharah at Outlandish Notions posted it, and she said it just as I would.  So, go and check out Infertile Gatherings.  She brings up an amazing point about how a party started and ended vary differently.

4.  Thoughts on Friday:

So, today is going to be dubbed Taking Care of Business Day.   Perhaps in one desperate attempt to avoid thinking about tomorrow’s  pre-op appointment with the hospital, the wanding, and second pre-op with Dr. Local.  Right now, I’m flitting around in the ignorance is bliss mentality.  However, Friday is there.  Friday is real.  I’ve moved past worrying about the anaesthesia, and the what ifs, and picked something easier…how dang hungry I’m going to be by 2:30!  Sad, but true.  I’m beyond touched that E (who gave me the info for the post below this one) will be there!  I’m so lucky.

5. Concerns:

Ok, you women out there have had laparoscopies.  I know mine is a bit more invasive, but how long before you can start exercising again?  I’m concerned.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m going to eat whatever I want on Thursday.  Mmmmm….cake!  However, I don’t want to slide backwards after I’ve lost what I have.  Yesterday, I dared to eat fajitas at a local restaurant and gained two pounds despite running a mile and a half, and doing circuit training on big muscle groups.  What gives? 

That’s all I have for today.  I’m off to read your stories!

Categories: Everyday Stuff · Friendship · Huntsville · Huntsville Support Group · Infertility · Laparoscopy

Things I Wish I Could Tell People About My Grieving of Infertility

April 22, 2007 · 22 Comments

A good friend of mine sent me this information about grief, and with an insertion here and there it became perfectly applicable to infertility.  I simply adore her for not only finding it but realizing how much it would help me and those who read this blog. 

  1. I wish you would not be afraid to speak to me about my losses, my infertility, and to ask what you can do to help. 
  2. If I cry or get emotional when we talk about them, I wish you knew that it isn’t because you have hurt me.  The fact that I have suffered has caused my tears.  You have allowed me to cry, and I thank you.  Crying and emotional outbursts are healing.
  3. I wish you wouldn’t pretend that nothing is happening to me, because it is a large part of my life.  I need my friends and family by my side.
  4. I will have emotional highs and lows, ups and downs.  I wish you wouldn’t think that if I have a good day, my grief is over, or that if I have a bad day, I need psychiatric counseling.
  5. Being an infertile person is not contagious, so I wish you wouldn’t shy away from me.
  6. I wish you knew that all of the “crazy” grief reactions I am having are in fact very normal.  Depression, anger, frustration, hopelessness, and questioning of values and beliefs are to be expected during and following what is happening to me.
  7. I wish you wouldn’t expect my grief to be over if and when I become pregnant or have children.
  8. I wish you would understand the physical reactions to grief.  I may gain weight or lose weight…sleep all the time or not at all…want to surround myself with business or be all alone, all of which may be related to my grief.
  9. My birthday, anniversaries of the failed pregnancies, holidays, and the days I find out that this cycle too was a bust, are all terrible times for me.  I wish you could tell me that you are thinking about me, and if I get quite withdrawn, just know I am doing my best to cope.  Please don’t try to coerce me into being cheerful or tell me that it will be better soon.
  10. It is normal and good that most of us re-examine our faith, values, and beliefs throughout this journey.  We will question things we have been taught all our lives, and hopefully come to some new understandings to include those with God.  I wish you would let me tangle with my religion, opinions, and beliefs without making me feel guilty.
  11. I wish you would not offer me drinks or drugs to ease the pain.  These are just temporary crutches.  The only way I can get through this grief is to experience it, and sometimes immerse myself in it.  I have to hurt before I can heal.
  12. I wish you understood that infertility changes people.  I am not the same person I was before I experienced it nor will I ever be that person again.  If you keep waiting for me to “get back to my old self,” you will be frustrated.  I am a new creature with new thoughts, dreams, aspirations, values, and beliefs. Please try and get to know the “new me”…maybe you will still like me.

Please feel free to add more in the comments section if you have one to add.  When all is said and done, I will be sure to email it to those who want it.  Of course, I will make it look quite a bit more attractive than a blog post.  Thanks again, E, for being you and for caring so much.

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