Thursday, June 12, 2014


There have been so many ways that I envisioned my baby shower.

And with each miscarriage and each failed cycle my visions kept fading away.

I even envisioned what my baby shower would be like if I adopted and I mentioned it to mom, my sisters, my BFF M2. It would be a "Meet the Baby Shower".

But I guess that's all I could really picture...a title or a declaration of what it would be...

But envisioning that day coming true....

Walking in a seeing everyone who came out to celebrate.

Envisioning  who was going to be there? The hugs...the joy...the congratulations...the amount of love and support I would feel...

No...there was no way to envision that.

And I still can't "see" it clearly...even though it happened.

We called it a "Sip and See" and the amount of love and's indescribable.

It is a moment that I feel like I watched instead of participated in...

It's a overwhelming feeling of gratitude!

At the Sip and baby of my best friends from childhood, she has two teenage children but she also had several m/c's and one late term. She came up to me at the shower and said: "It makes it all worth it doesn't it...Well, not really! We could have totally done without the other shit but you know what I mean."

Yeah I knew what she meant...

The other day I had my annual checkup with Dr. O my gynecologist.

Dr. O is one of my favorite doctors. The man that I wanted to deliver my baby but instead performed my D&C.

When I confirmed my appointment I asked the receptionist if it was okay that I brought my daughter.  She responded yes, but  I am sure I confused her.

When I got there, there was a surprising number of children in the waiting room. This is something that would have crushed me a few months ago. Seeing women with their children...and it wouldn't have matter if their child was well behaved or throwing a tantrum...if she was put together or thrown together...seeing women with their children as I sat there alone, having another test or another period to remind me...

And in the waiting room (as expected; he is an OBGYN) were some pregnant women...

It was still hard.

I still looked with envy, hurt and pain.

And as I looked with the eyes of a wounded warrior at the pregnant bellies...directly across from Ladybug was a woman, by herself, looking at her.

Was she me a few months back? Walking into the worst place on Earth...the OBGYN! Knowing you will encounter all that you long for...

In that moment I was grateful. Grateful that my daughter was next me...

But what I didn't feel was gratitude that I can't carry a child or gratitude that I would never experience pregnancy...

It was like my friend said: "Yeah we could have done without that other shit!"

From the moment I started pursuing adoption people would say to me "Oh as soon as you adopt you won't hurt anymore", "That baby will make you forget all the pain" or "None of it will matter" etc.

Meaning that my adoption was meant to take away the pain of infertility and miscarriages.

My response...

I would tell them that it's not my baby's job to heal me...I have to heal myself...

Is that easy?


But I have been trying to heal well before my little angel showed up.

Am I healed?

No! (evident by my trip to the gyno!)

Infertility and pregnancy loss will always be a part of me. And that I can live with...not being a mommy is what I couldn't live in that aspect...Yes...she has healed me...she filled the hole in my heart that wanted to be a mommy...not the hole IF caused...and certainly not the hole in my heart that mourns my lost babies.

I could have done without the other shit...

And that brings me to one of the things that pissed me off (and still pisses me off) when I was stuck in my own private hell, when I was still in the trenches...I would read these blog posts of gratitude for Infertility.

It always came about a month after they reached the other side and it was always some sappy crap about "If I could have shaken the me back then..." blah, blah puke!

Of course these proclamations of unwavering gratitude ONLY come once that person had reached the other side. Happily holding their baby or their pregnant belly...declaring to the world their gratitude for Infertility.

Always after...I have yet to read a post where someone was grateful for the infertility while still in hell...

Am I ungrateful because I'm not grateful for the other shit?

I think I must be missing this overwhelming realization...

I keep thinking there has to be this incredible moment that brings you to your knees and floods you with this undying gratitude for something that's causes so much pain...and I'm missing it...

Because if I could go back in time...I would shake the me of back then and say: "Stop spending so much goddamn money!!"

I will tell you heart is full with gratitude for my daughter... I have fallen to my knees sobbing over the miracle of it all...

I am grateful for many things...

I am grateful I survived!

I am grateful I never gave up!

I am grateful for the community of love and support that surrounds me.

But I'm still not grateful for my Infertility...

Not one teeny, tiny bit!            

Yeah...I could have done without the other shit...


  1. I'm so glad you had an awesome baby shower after all you have been through! I don't think that I'll be grateful for infertility either, that is if I ever make it to the other side. I've learned some things and grown because of it, but no, I am not glad I went through it.

  2. I agree with you completely, I am not grateful for my infertility, I am and I think will always be very, very pissed about it. I am grateful that I have escaped from it and feel horrible for everyone who is still stuck there. After following your story for so long, I am so thrilled for you that you have your little sweetie. I'm glad that you never gave up. I totally get that even as a mother now it still hurts to see other women who presumably never had such a struggle to get pregnant or have a family. I do also think some people get "infertility amnesia" and it is strange how they can reminisce about this hellish period of their life as a great experience that they are grateful for. Not me, I am sorry that so many have to go through this and that I was one of them, and I feel even worse that some people never get a happy ending. One friend pointed out that at the fertility clinic all the "success stories" are posted on the wall, in the form of pictures of babies and thank you notes from thrilled parents. What about those who it didn't work for, there is no wall for them. Infertility taught me that life is unfair, I'm not sure if I, or anyone, needs such a harsh, drawn out lesson.
    Best wishes to you on leaving this crap behind! You deserve the happiness that you have now, with your baby! Enjoy every minute of being a mom!!! What a miracle! :-)

  3. I am so glad that you and Ladybug are together now. It gives me hope that my own potential adoption will happen. You're right; I can not understand how someone can say they are grateful for something as devastating and heart-rending as infertility. It's like saying i'm glad I lost my arm. (not that I have) It's one thing to say I am glad I lived through whatever caused me to lose my arm. I will never be grateful to have lost my babies and to have gone through the last five years. Even if I am a mother at the end of the year and I know I will love that baby (actually I already do), I will never be grateful for the pain and stress and the friendships destroyed, I still get jealous when I see pregnant bellied on FB and know that I will never have that feeling. It is part of me now. Infertility (which people who have never dealt with it) is in my pores now. It is a part of me. I am still living my life, but I will always still be the mother of two lost babies. I will still be someone who struggled for what seemed to come naturally. Now though I pray every day that my adoption happens and I get to be a mother after all.

  4. I wonder if maybe people feel that they have to be grateful for the road that led to the happy ending or people will accuse them of not being grateful for the happy ending. Oh sure, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger & adversity builds character etc & so on...but infertility sucks & just because you make it to the other side doesn't make it suck any less. You're right that infertility & pregnancy will always be a part of who you are & I hope as the years pass, the sting will lessen, that it won't be such an open wound.

    1. Oh & I love the new look of you blog!



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