Today, I feel left behind. It’s a grave feeling, one that tugs deep down at my soul. It’s a quiet pain, watching the days and months turn into years, passing by with an empty womb and empty arms, making for an empty heart. Watching everyone enjoy their growing families. At times like this, I briefly feel bitterness and anger, but not nearly as much as I used to. When I feel left behind like this now, I am consumed by hurt more than any other emotion.
Yes, I have triggers that make me feel awful, and for the most part, I try to avoid them. Usually this involves people complaining about their kids or pregnancies, making jokes about getting pregnant, or acting like I do not understand their kid problems because I am not a mom in their eyes (“just wait, you will see”).
But there are also things that I choose not to avoid anymore, like FB pregnancy announcements, bump updates, and newborn photo shoots. I used to run from these, now I try my best to find joy for those people. After all, these are happy things. Dont get me wrong, some days it is still too much to bear.
Overall, I think I have learned to make the most of the cards I have been dealt and so, the majority of the time I try to believe this is just a shitty chapter of our love story. But when I am brutally honest with myself, I know that being childless might not be just a chapter; it might be how this story ends. Before you tell me not to give up, that no one can stop me from being a mother, hear me out. Let me whine and listen to what I want, please.
Part of me wishes I could turn back time, which I just told my husband the other night. If I could, I dont know if I would have ever done IVF. Seriously. I dont care how strong it has made me/us. My husband & I were so incredibly naive. We truly thought it was the ultimate fix. We believed wholeheartedly we had a simple issue (male factor), and we would succeed the first time. Never in our worst nightmare did we imagine that two years and over 30,000 later we would be sitting here with nothing to show except broken hearts and dreams. Oh, and wallets, but honestly money is the last concern if you have gone through what we have…FACT.
Anyways, 5 lost babies and now we are being faced with the news that I may never be able to carry our child. That appointment is just 2 days away from now; something we never fathomed. We are so deep in the IVF trenches it is almost like there is no turning back. I know some of you ladies here me on this.
I dont regret carrying our babies for the time that I did, but at times I do regret jumping full force into something I really didnt fully understand. I wish so badly that IVF would have been the answer for us, the answer every infertile couple is so desperately searching for. Maybe it still could be, but not without a lifetime of scars along with it.
Over the years, I have watched each and every one of my close friends grow their family. Keep in mind that none of these close friends had any kids back at our wedding, when we began our TTC journey. In fact, only 1 of my close friends you that you will read about below was married before my husband and I were. The rest got married after us and have since easily lapped us many times over.
My maid of honor, has just given birth to her second child, who was due just weeks before our last would have come into the world a month ago.
Another bridesmaid is delivering her 3rd child tomorrow, who would have also been just weeks apart from the birth of our last child a month ago.
My friend who read at our wedding ceremony just delivered her first born, just a few months before our last child would have been born.
Yes, all 3 of these friends above were pregnant and due within 2 months of when I should have been with our last. In high school, us 4 were the best of friends. The 3 of them carried to full term together, but I didn’t make it.
A different one of my bridesmaids underwent IVF and successfully conceived and gave birth to healthy twins after their first fresh transfer.
A close friend of mine for the past 18 years adopted twin boys and completed her desire for a family.
Another friend underwent medicated cycles at home through our same RE, conceived, and gave birth to her son, just a few months before our 3rd would have entered the world last month.
A friend has just had her second child, due weeks apart from when our 2nd would have come, naming him Noah, a name we both loved.
A close friend of my husbands who was a groomsman in our wedding gave birth to his son the day our son was scheduled to be here last month.
Am I happy for all of my dear friends? Absolutely. It has nothing to do with that. Remember the title of this post, please.
Even here, in the blogging world, I am seeing so many ladies graduate on. Again, I am so pleased for them (because of course that is the point!!), but at the same time, I am sad because I wonder if I will still talk with them as much. I have seen a lot of bloggers disappear once they finally become pregnant. I pray not to loose that support.
I think you get the point by now, if not here it is….I feel left behind today. I want my baby. Our baby. I want to get pregnant at home with my husband. I want some of the normalcy all around me to rub off on us!
I wish IVF would have worked on the first try, or even the 2nd or 3rd try. I want to erase all my losses away. Why did I have to fall pregnant each time, only to suffer a loss??? It is one of the cruelest feelings one could ever know, to have joy ripped out from inside of you.
And now, after all this, to be told that being pregnant all those times was basically a tease, that it may never happen again, is the icing on the cake… I don’t want a gestational carrier, I don’t want another surgery, or 10th opinion, I don’t want to adopt, keep putting our lives on hold, or spend thousands of more dollars…I just want it to be easy for me, just for once! Imagine being pregnant so many times but never experiencing it completely. Like I said, a tease. Empty arms.
If you are reading this and have not experienced infertility, or infertility coupled with recurrent loss, or loss in general, I pray you never do. Cherish every moment of your pregnancy and your children. I still remember the last time I felt pregnant, before I knew it was all over, and it is something I will never forget. If you are reading this and it is the opposite, and you are like me, my heart goes out to you.
I want a miracle…to wake up from this nightmare that NO ONE should have to go through…to get pregnant, and carry a healthy child to full term without having a nervous breakdown during those 40 weeks. I want to catch up and experience some of the joy taking place all around me. Is that too much to ask??? Guess so.