Monday, March 9, 2009


I often have trouble falling asleep and last night a couple of images came into my mind. The images pertained to the effects of infertility on my life, how it has changed me, and how it doesn't define me but is a big part of my life, my persona.

Scar tissue. Infertility is like scar tissue. The wound may eventually heal, but the skin surrounding the wound looks different, it feels different. The scar could be big or large- its size doesn't matter. The fact that it exists is what matters. It becomes a part of your body just like the freckle above your eye or the dimples on your cheeks. As with many infertiles my wound kept opening and closing, opening and closing. It never really healed in between failed pregnancy attempts , but it would become well enough that I could take the band-aid off giving me strength to continue on with another procedure, another round of needles. Each failed attempt at conceiving whether it was in the beginning or towards the end of our ART chapter, I slowly began to change. In many ways for the better. Admittedly I cannot be sorry for any of the changes that happened to me because of where I have ended up and who I have become. I am a wife and mother. I am living the dream. I have a new dream to live.

Watermark. I also imagined a watermark. When we were going through the really rough times, I wore my heart on my sleeve. I was covered in an opaque watermark. Depending on which light you saw me in, my pain was evident- almost too evident. I was hard to be around because there was a big gaping hole in my heart and no one knew how to fill it. That watermark covered my entire being, and it didn't make me feel pretty. It made me feel a million shades of different. I was sad, angry, and unabashadly lost. I was at the bottom; I could no longer continue in the same direction.

Lately I have noticed that my scar tissue is fading more and more; the watermark is nearly gone. I smile more and feel like I have come into my own. Open ends have closed; they're packaged up, taped up, sealed away somewhere for me to revisit from time to time. There are new open ends like, what will my son be like next week, next month, next year?
When can we adopt again and bring Min man home a sibling? When will be able to start really helping people with our non profit venture?

All these open ends came to me because of infertility. I know that struggle is a part of life and no one can escape it. Well, hopefully you can escape it eventually by finding a new way to be happy and finding a new way to fulfill your dreams. Infertility and loss are just one part of the road for me; I can move on.

I have moved on.


onemorebaby said...

What a very wonderful blog. I, sadly, have been "part" of the infertility world for the last 6+ years. Not easy, but it has made me stronger. It has made me part of who I am now, and I am proud of who I am. I am strong.

Hugs! I will be checking back here often!


Barb said...

Hi there! Thanks for leaving a note on my blog. I have checked out the parenthoodforme site before, but I will be sure to be back. Nice post. I agree.

3 Bay B Chicks said...

Such a incredibly poignant post. You are a very talented writer. I was amazed at how well you were able to articulate your emotions.

I have been to your site a few times and am de-lurking for the first time today to say hello. I am the very belated part of the SITS welcome team, but have been so captivated by your writing that I have returned to your site again and again.


Stacey said...

Thank you for this post. Infertility and RPL have changed me in many ways, physically and emotionally. There are parts of the new me that I don't like, but parts of the struggle have definitely shaped me into a stronger and more caring person. I used to live as just a shadow of the person I was before (like the watermark you mentioned), but I'm learning to find joy again and to find the good in all of this.


Lori said...

These are some beautiful analogies.

Yay for fading scar tissue! The marks they leave are our marks of victory, of survival, and they tell our story as much as words do.

Congrats on your upcoming finalization, too!


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