Hi friends ??. I had intended to be more active on here and yet I haven’t checked in since January. To be honest what seemingly should be a slower time of year has been crazier than ever and down time is at an all time low. In some ways the chaos might be a blessing in disguise as it makes time pass at lightning speed and doesn’t give me much time to get “stuck” on infertility.
Nonetheless as we’re on our journey to baby number 2, I’ve come to realize a couple things. I’m not doing myself justice by being absent on here because I have always said I wished I had blogged during our initial journey as a release and a way of not feeling so alone. And here I am now, having this outlet, and not using it to cope.
I’m also not doing any of you justice by being so sporadic in my posts. I had only started blogging as a starting point for a local infertility support group. Now that I’ve gotten that up and running, I’ve abandoned the blogging a bit. But lately I’ve been receiving many messages from ladies who aren’t in Connecticut and I’m doing a huge disservice to you if I am not sharing on here. So I apologize for that, especially if you so kindly have been following along as you’re embarking on your own infertility battle. For those of you who’ve reached out to me, thank you for reminding me why I need to continue on here and I’m so humbled that you’ve found our story as a source of hope.
That’s the power sharing your story can have-giving someone the invaluable gift of hope. At times in the realm of infertility that’s all we have to hold onto which makes it all the more sacred. But infertility is chalk-filled with peaks and valleys that even when hope has gotten us through, there’s always a reality check that knocks us back down.
As for our journey to baby #2 I’d say I hit my lowest valley around the holidays. It’s not an uncommon time for an infertility rut to rear its ugly head as we all know. But, as we all know even more, there’s no way of controlling it. When the infertility rut strikes, it comes full force and nothing can really stop it. Within our support group (which meets the last Wednesday of every month for you CT locals), we’re constantly wracking our brains on ways to cope or suppress the darkness infertility can cause. And while we’ve yet to find a cure, we’re all in agreement that just staying connected with people who get it, makes it a little more bearable. Getting someone’s validation that it’s okay to sit a baby shower out or hear that they too often wonder if they’re not meant to be a mom helps us all come to the realization that we are not alone in these thoughts-these relentless, mind-sucking thoughts that not even our significant others can wrap their heads around. Regardless of how long we’ve been on this path, what interventions we have and haven’t done, whatever our diagnosis, it amazes me how we’ve all at some point had the same isolating thoughts and feelings that can only come from the curse of infertility.
So moving forward, my goal is not only to provide that support within the group, but also here, for all of you who have stumbled upon my story. I don’t believe you’ve done so by chance. I believe we’re meant to have connected, whether it’s just my words speaking to you or us eventually talking to one another. In order to do so, I’m going to do monthly recaps of our Infertility Support Group Meetings. Each meeting I try to set forth a topic to discuss. Well we are a bunch of women so you know how that goes, but I always leave feeling like I’ve taken something away-maybe it’s a diagnosis I’ve never heard of, a new vitamin that’s been proven to improve AMH, or just something someone in the group has said that left me feeling my hope has been restored.
Yes, even after overcoming infertility, hope can flee from you. We’ve already received our miracle. How could we possibly ask for more? It was too lucky that it worked the first time. It can’t possibly work for us again. We are four years older. Our son in three and a half. Maybe our window has come and gone.
Its in those moments when I need to hop on here and blog because that is infertility real talk. I am failing you and myself by not using this platform to share how hard the road is. It’s so much easier, and downright safer, to talk about it once it’s behind us. In the moment, the emotions are so raw they’re often hard to encapsulate in words. Yet, you all get what I’m saying and the minute I hear you talk about a part of your journey-the day you found out, your initial consult with an RE, your egg retrieval-I can instantaneously bring myself back to those moments which bring me to tears. Tears of joy, tears of empathy, tears of relief, tears of hope that you’ll someday be here on the other side.
And when you do get here, which I know you will, I would love to tell you it goes away. But I’d be lying. It’s better. Oh so much better as you hold your baby or toddler whom you never knew if you’d ever meet. But it doesn’t make it all disappear the way you’d think it might. Somehow pregnancy announcements still feel like a punch to the gut. You’ll still think that maybe you’ll get a natural BFP when you’re a few days late because how often do we hear those stories the second time around. The feeling of being “stuck” will soon catch up to you as you see your son or daughter go off to school, as all the other moms have another baby in the backseat. You feel as though you’re throwing your lifelong vision of three little toe heads in matching outfits out the window and cannot fathom why everyone else on Instagram has that. And you still feel hurt by comments of unassuming strangers like “Time for another”.
It doesn’t go away. It is a little easier in someways and not so much in other ways. You still have peaks and valleys of infertility ruts and wonder what it’d be like to not be trying, but not be preventing it from happening. And your hope is tested, but you have a tangible, precious reminder each and every day of why there is reason to be hopeful when most would say all hope has been lost.
That is some of where my heart and head have been lately. However after my husband’s appointment in January with his urologist I’m in a much better state of mind. We have a plan in place. Isn’t it amazing how just a plan can renew your optimism and alleviate some of that angst? The timeline is to continue my husband’s hormone therapy for a few months and reconvene at that time to see if any thing has changed and regardless proceed with a second and final TESE. This of course will be aligned, as it was the first time, with an IVF cycle so I’m excitedly making appointments with our RE to get the ball rolling. It could be as soon as a May cycle. I want to keep you all updated here, but know there’s a sensitivity in all of this. I’m sure there may be some things kept private, but I promise to be as raw and real and open about the emotional aspect as I can be-for the both of us. At this point, I need you just as much as you need me.
I can’t help but get caught up in the realness of it all-the good, the bad, the known and unknown. My mind wanders to when and how we could announce another pregnancy and then I quickly come back down to planet earth and realize how unlikely another first time IVF cycle success would be. So basically even if your on your journey to baby for the first time, I still feel your same feelings. I still think your same thoughts. You are not alone and my hope is that you know that ?.