I really cannot stand when I forget important, vital pieces of life, especially when it comes to PathtoFertility.
Medical Mondays this month have been devoted to November being National Diabetes Month. Great blogs and pieces by Reproductive Medicine Associates of Connecticut (RMACT) Fertility Nutritionists, Carolyn Gundell, MS and Laura Wolfe, RDN, CDE. Thanks to both of them for their invaluable contributions about the different parts of our health that are directly affected by insulin and diabetes when it comes to infertility. Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS) is discussed in an easily understandable yet comprehensive way, with suggestions on lifestyle changes that can dramatically change your chances of becoming pregnant.
Here’s what I forgot. November is also National Adoption Month. And it’s also Movember, (more about that next week).
In honor of National Adoption Month, here is a PathtoFertility blog that I ran several years ago. It’s my story of adoption. It’s really all my stories. The ones that I made up so that I didn’t consider adoption as an option for family building.
I hope that you get something from it.
National Adoption Month | My Adoption Story
November is National Adoption Month.
Today, I’ll just share my story about adoption.
Although I believe that my life and family ended up being just what they were supposed to be, one of the few profound, resounding regrets that I have is how I looked at adoption while I was in the midst of chaos of infertility.
I’ve shared before on this blog about my fears about adoption but I’m going to do it again. These were the most common ones, the ones I was willing to admit:
- That I wouldn’t love the baby as much as I would had it been “mine”
- That my family wouldn’t accept the baby
- That the birthmother/father would take the baby away from me
- That my child wouldn’t truly love me as his/her mother
- That I would have to accept another family when my child grew up and searched for their “real” (biological) family
- That it would cost $100,000 and take three years to get a child
- That the mother had done awful things during the pregnancy and the child would be permanently damaged
- That the genetic background would be a nightmare in terms of disease
- That the baby would look nothing like me and we wouldn’t feel a connection with one another
- That I would still feel the hurt and pain from infertility
I’m going to ask a few of my fabulous adoption friends, professionals in the field and parents of adopted children to “debunk” the fears that I listed above. Or if not debunk, then at least address. I’m fairly certain that I am neither the first nor the last person to have had those fears.
Looking back, seeing my list with new eyes, I see the common denominator.
This child wouldn’t truly be mine. I’d be a glorified babysitter until the child could grow up enough to find his/her real parents. Underneath everything else, my fears were based on lack of connection.
I see now that I underestimated myself. What I didn’t see then was my own strength and emotional depth. I didn’t recognize those things then.
I do now.
I am strong and resilient.
And infertility and fertility treatment forged those things into my very soul.
Adoption is a Family Building Possibility
Adoption wasn’t a door that I felt I could open because of my perception of myself. That I wasn’t enough. Infertility and fertility treatment contributed to those feelings as well. That I was damaged. That I wasn’t able to do what women were created to do. That there was something wrong with me.
Infertility made me feel broken.
And ultimately, infertility made me feel whole.
We’ll talk more about adoption all the way through Thanksgiving. It’s a family building possibility that could be a possibility for you.
You may not know that you are strong enough.
But I’ve met you. Every time I look in the mirror, I see a reflection back of you.
You’re strong enough, brave enough, and whole enough.
Thanks for reflecting those things back to me.