Do you ever just have one of those days where you don't quit know what to do any more? I am having one of those days right now, and I tend to have at least one a week for the past month or so. Its like the weight of the world has suddenly fallen on your shoulders and the fate of humanity lies in your life's decisions. I know that it is a little much to say it like that, but in those times....that is exactly what it feels like.
Pat (My Husband) and I have been trying to start a family for over 4 years now, with no such luck. I honestly think that we have been through every step of denial, acceptance, depression, etc. along the way. We've cried, we've prayed, we've thought about other options, we've cried some more and so far we are no closer than when we first started. The doctor would continuously tell me "You're young, you have plenty of time" and yes in fact I was young when we first started trying, however its not up to a doctor to tell me when I feel is the right time to start trying for children. We both have been tested for many things along the journey, my husband tested out fine on his part, and I have been pricked, pinned, probed, and tested for just about everything that they can think of to make sure I was up to par. The thing is that through all of the testing they still couldn't find anything that would prevent me from becoming pregnant. So we started the pill popping, and with that came the extra hormones that made me put on the extra weight, and it also made me put on the extra emotions....poor Pat. We have tried this method for many unsuccessful months, which turned into many unsuccessful years with no results. The next step for us was...more pills, I have tried three different medicines in many different dosages some as high as they would allow. Which in turn meant......more hormones, which equals....more moodiness (Sorry Pat). That went on awhile with no plus sign on a pregnancy test, so the next option for us was an IUI, basically artificial insemination. Just thinking about this option honestly brought me back to my FFA days when I saw the procedure done on a cow...excuse me a heifer. Great now I am a heifer! We had a lot of faith in this method and hoped for much more promise than with just the medicine alone. But after three attempts, still no positive sign on the pee stick ( I swear I paid most people's salaries at the pee stick factories) So with that we decided to take a break, we were coming up on the holiday season and with going in and out of town visiting family, it was the smart thing to do. Plus we needed a break, we had both been the strong ones in the relationship while the other one cried, we had reached our breaking point many times, and the hormones were not making me enjoyable to be around at times! The break from it all was nice, it was something that we could do together and enjoy the company of each other without worrying about taking medicine or when our next doctors appointment was. It was nice for me because I had been struggling so hard with it and basically came home everyday and cried whenever I got on Facebook, because someone else I knew was expecting. That is a hard thing now a days with the technology that we have, used to you would hear it through the grapevine that so and so was pregnant or just had their first child, but now you simply open your computer or pick up your phone and it hits you in the face. I had been getting a lot of encouraging words along the way, "Put it in God's hands", "It's his time not yours", "It will happen when you least expect it", "Just stop stressing about it" and Yes these are all great words of wisdom. But take it from someone who knows, when you have to take medicine to get things started, its not going to happen when you least expect it. Everything you thought about making a baby gets thrown out the window when you go in for a procedure, get a shot, then get told to get it on in the next 72 hours....mood killer, believe me.
Now with that lets add my job into the picture. I love kids, I want kids, therefore I work with kids. I have worked in childcare for over 10 years and during this time of TTC I worked at a preschool in Greenville. I went to work everyday and would be surrounded by children. Most of my time there was spent in the infant room. Don't get me wrong, I loved working there and I loved the children that I got the ability to look after and see many of them grow up right in front of my eyes. But at the same time it was hard, considering all that I was going through. It was difficult to, because something must have been in the water, from the time that I started working there till the time I left, at least three teachers at a time were pregnant or had babies of their own. And on top of that many of the parents had become pregnant with their second or third ones too.
Please don't think that I was never happy for these families that were blessed to welcome a new bundle of joy into their homes, I always was. Even during this time my Best Friend of over 20 years found out that her and her husband were expecting after trying for less than a month. I will admit that when I first received that phone call, I had to stiffen back tears and then when I got off the phone I cried and cried and cried. I was happy for her, I was over the moon for her, but the thing I couldn't understand was.....When is it going to be my turn?
So as you can see.....I needed a break from it.
My Best Friend was due to have my God Daughter at the end of April, so I put everything I had into making sure that she had the best of everything. My escape from it all is shopping, when I am upset I like to spend money....even if its paying a bill! So that's what I did, I shopped. I took all of my emotions and spent them on clothes and toys and things to help her get the nursery ready. I threw her a wonderful baby shower which was centered around a princess frog that was on my Goddaughter's bedding which my BFF found online and just HAD to have!
I was driving the 4 hours just about every chance that I could get to go and see her and help her in any way possible. In April just about the time she was due, I received the early morning phone call thinking that the labor process had started, so I hopped in my car (even though I was told to wait) and made the trip up there. Turns out it was just braxton hics, but I stayed the entire weekend and a few days into the week just to make sure. On May 6th she was scheduled for a doctors appointment that turned into a trip to the hospital to get the party started. I got the message while at work and told them I needed to leave. I luckily had a bag packed along with pillow and blanket in my car for weeks (Just in case) and made the trip again up to High Point. This time it was happening, this time it was real, and I was there to help, support, and take pictures along the way! That night was rough for my friend and I was up and down with her all night helping her anyway that I could, being the good friend that I am, I was sleeping on the floor and would wake up with her in any movement to make her comfy. We let her husband sleep as much as we could because we knew at any moment the excitement would begin and he needed sleep. This was my first time in the hospital for a birth...other than my own, so I tried to ask questions when the nurse would come in and pick up on anything that she would say to help my friend ease the pain, I also became a good contraction monitor reader! I was blessed to be able to stay in the delivery room the entire time that she was in labor as well as for the delivery of my God Daughter, and I tried to help out in any way possible and to help my Best Friend stay focused on what she needed to do. We had always joked that I was staying up near her shoulders and that's it, but to be honest when I was needed I went where ever they told me. I love my Best Friend but I saw WAY too much of her! I will also say that child birth in movies and shows is a LIE, and most of the time they never get it quite right. However when the delivery started to take place I was holding a foot and taking pictures at the same time, as well as a movie (got to love an iPhone) I couldn't help but cry, to be honest ball. It was such a moving experience to be apart of and its also a beautiful miracle of God's love, to think that for all of us that is the first step into the world and our life begins.
After that it was a world wind of letting visitors come in and out and getting all of our stuff moved into a recovery room. When we got settled into the recovery room I did something that no one knows...I went into the bathroom and cried. I cried overwhelmed with joy, I cried overwhelmed with exhaustion, I cried because once again it hit me...When is it going to be me? But like so many times before I sucked my heartache and emotions down, splashed water on my face. And acted like I was just fine and started my relationship with my beautiful God Daughter.
All of these events made me want to start back at it, thinking that maybe this time it would be different. So the pill popping started yet again, but this time...nothing new or exciting, just the same answer of "not what we were hoping for" I was done, I just couldn't take it anymore, and that's the last time that I went to the doctor. That was June and here we are in November and all of the emotions and depression about it all is starting to sink in again. The posts on Facebook and the pictures are starting to pop up again, the news of celebrities expecting are dinging on phone and although it may sound easy enough just to turn it all off...I can't.
For me personally its knowing that I am the cause of something that every women should be capable of doing, but I can't. This journey was never what I thought would happen. When your young and you dream of becoming a mother, you just expect it to happen. You never think that it might not, or that it will take years and years of trying. You never think of the emotional toll that it will have on yourself, your spouse, your relationships, or your marriage. You never think of the physical toll that it will have on your body. You never think about these things because its just supposed to happen when you want it to.
Now I know that there are many options out there for couples that are going through the same journey that we are going through. We have considered adoption and I am all for the idea, I am however quite particular and because of this money would become an issue, not saying that it wouldn't happen in the future, because I believe that every child deserves and wonderful and loving home. The hard thing with adoption is that I want to feel the joys of carrying a child, I want to feel the swollen feet and ankles and the morning/all day sickness, I want to feel my child move for the first time inside my stomach. We have also talked about In-vetro, and although this is an option that I would be willing to look more into, it is not something that my husband wants to do, and I respect that.
I'm ready for it though...Motherhood. And I know that my husband is to, it breaks my heart to see him around other children and babies and hear him tell me that he can't wait to be a dad. I can't wait to be a mom and through it all I can't help but think....When will it be my turn?