Infertility Stories

infertility stories   my favorite baby shower   flickr crazy 1This infertility story was first posted in August 2010. Baby showers while experiencing infertility can be a lethal combination.

 

I’d like to explain something also. I share these things with you, not because I want to expose how crazy I am. Or how uncharitable I am. Nor to share how ungrateful, mean, ungenerous or awful I am. It’s to remind all of us that while we’re in the midst of fertility treatment and trying to conceive, we have moments, sometimes very long time periods even, where we find sides of ourselves that we are shocked to recognize. That we don’t recognize. That we are not proud of and really do not like.

 

I share these with you because you are not the first person to have these types of feelings. Even if you never have the same experiences that I do, you may recognize yourself in the feelings that I had. One of my messages to you here is that you are not alone in this. That you are not the only one going through this. 

 

There is a silver lining too. I learnt something about myself. I learnt that I can be mean spirited, self absorbed, ungenerous. I faced it squarely in the mirror and learned how to manage the feelings without always acting out on them. In facing them, I softened when it came to judging others who acted angry, frustrated and sad. People in glass houses, after all. I learned about the darker side of myself and so knew myself better. That has helped me every day of my life since.

My Favorite Baby Shower During Infertility

And here’s my favorite baby shower story from infertility.

 

For some of us, seeing a pregnant woman is devastating. For some of us, when we are dealing with our own infertility and know that woman has struggled, as we are or have, the visual of her rounded belly is encouraging. How do we support you, ourselves, when we live in a world where, it seems, everyone is pregnant?

 

I say, play it by ear. There will be times when going to a friend's baby shower will feel absolutely fine, no big deal. There may be other times where it will feel next to impossible. Why not treat each event or invitation individually and decide based on how you are feeling in that moment?

 

This may count as my true confession blog. The story of the baby shower I should not have gone to. I was an angry infertile woman. Very angry. Very infertile (six-and-a-half years in treatment!) I was angry at every single pregnant woman that I saw, infertility treatment or not, I really didn't care. Not throughout all of the years of treatment, luckily, but the first few, definitely, very, absolutely angry.

 

There was an invitation that I should never have accepted. You know the kind. Where you talk yourself into believing that it will be fine, knowing full well that it won't be. Knowing full well, because the anxious knot right below your stomach keeps reminding you.

 

Smack in the Middle of an IVF Cycle

 

My cousin's baby shower, right smack in the middle of an IVF cycle. In the middle of injections and blood draws and ultrasounds and anticipation and excitement and worry and wonder. How could it get worse? Don't you hate when you ask yourself that and find out the answer is that it could get worse, much worse. Worse could be that every single one of the other women attending the shower were pregnant. Every single one. The baby shower was just for our generation, so no Grandparents, and the other 11 women who were there were pregnant. A few of them with their first child, but most with their second or third.

 

Want to hear the worst thing? My confession that will make every one of you feel better and less guilty about whatever the worst thing is that you have done as an angry infertile woman? With twelve pregnant women at this shower, I stayed in the bathroom and cried for two hours straight. Uh huh. That doesn't sound so terrible does it? Except we were having this baby shower in a cute, little, one bedroom apartment in Manhattan. Guess how many bathrooms there were? Did I mention that there were twelve pregnant women there? That I stayed in the bathroom for over two hours?

 

I hope that you are at least smiling. Because, to my credit, as angry as I was, I didn't stay in the bathroom for two hours crying to make the twelve pregnant women uncomfortable. I stayed there because that was the best that I could do. And to my utter relief, that was a bottom for me. When I finally dried my tears and let those pregnant women fight each other about who was first in the bathroom, I felt better.  

 

I cry perhaps twice or three times a year. That cry in the bathroom was one where truly there was release and comfort. Never again did I feel quite that level of despair and anguish.  I was even able to see the humor in the situation.

 

Eventually.

 

 

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Photo credit: Flickr Creative Commons, crazy_1

 

 

Topics: Friendship, Infertility, Babies, Bathrooms

Lisa Rosenthal

Lisa has over thirty years of experience in the fertility field. After her personal infertility journey, she felt dissatisfied with the lack of comprehensive services available to support her. She was determined to help others undergoing fertility treatment. Lisa has been with RMACT for eleven years and serves as Patient Advocate and the Strategic Content Lead.

Lisa is the teacher and founder of Fertile Yoga, a program designed to support men and women on their quest for their families through gentle movement and meditation.

Lisa’s true passion is supporting patients getting into treatment, being able to stay in treatment and staying whole and complete throughout the process. Lisa is also a Certified Grief Recovery Specialist, which is helpful in her work with fertility patients.

Her experience also includes working with RESOLVE: The National Infertility Association and The American Fertility Association (now Path2Parenthood), where she was Educational Coordinator, Conference Director and Assistant Executive Director.

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