Infertility messes with your head in ways that can't possibly be understood by anyone who has not been through it. It's a constant whirl of treatments that lead to isolation from friends and a determination that can only be described as primal.
From where I sit right now, I see my infertility as a positive. It's part of who I am, but currently, it doesn't define me. And while I made that fateful appointment to head back to see my favorite reproductive endocrinologist in November, I know that infertility will never have the same hold on me that it did before. I have Bo, and many days, I think I'm crazy to ask for more.
I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that experiencing infertility has made me a better mother. If I would have been able to get pregnant without any issues I really do not believe I would have the same respect and awe for my beautiful little boy. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that those of you who were pregnant the first month you decided to give it a whirl don't love your children -- I know you do. I'm just saying that for me, going through infertility
broadened my horizon and my perspective in numerous ways that allow me to see Bo differently than I otherwise would.
If I hadn't experience infertility, I would have never become a blogger. I would have missed out on the amazing infertility community that is living in the
blogosphere. I would have researched baby products less. Bo would probably have been a true Gerber baby and possibly even formula fed. I know I would have returned to work in full-time capacity with fewer reservations. Being faced with the
possibility of never experiencing motherhood made me appreciate the blessing that Bo is, in ways that I don't think I would have otherwise.
There are a million little reasons why I am thankful for infertility. I think it strengthened my relationship with Mike. While it tested many of my friendships I think it ultimately changed many of them for the better. I now know how to fight for my health. I know that doctors aren't always right. I know it changed me in many positive ways. I know that it has helped to define who I am...
The number one reason I am thankful for infertility is easy. His name is Bo. Without infertility, we would never have had him. And he is worth everything we went through. He is worth the shots. Worth the surgeries and
IV's (yes, IV's. I had horrible experiences with them...). Worth the years that we waited.
I know that there are many people out there who don't believe in
IVF for a multitude of reasons. There are people who don't want to pursue treatments. There are people who are willing to live child free. I was never one of those people. I would have gone to the end of the earth to have a child -- no matter if that meant
IVF, surrogacy, donor eggs, or adoption. I was determined that Mike would be a dad and I would be a mom. Now, it's easy to say that I'm glad I felt that way.
Will I be willing to go to the end of the earth again?
From where I sit right now, I see my infertility as a positive. It's part of who I am, but currently, it doesn't define me. And while I made that fateful appointment to head back to see my favorite reproductive endocrinologist in November, I know that infertility will never have the same hold on me that it did before. I have Bo, and many days, I think I'm crazy to ask for more.
I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that experiencing infertility has made me a better mother. If I would have been able to get pregnant without any issues I really do not believe I would have the same respect and awe for my beautiful little boy. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that those of you who were pregnant the first month you decided to give it a whirl don't love your children -- I know you do. I'm just saying that for me, going through infertility broadened my horizon and my perspective in numerous ways that allow me to see Bo differently than I otherwise would.
If I hadn't experience infertility, I would have never become a blogger. I would have missed out on the amazing infertility community that is living in the blogosphere. I would have researched baby products less. Bo would probably have been a true Gerber baby and possibly even formula fed. I know I would have returned to work in full-time capacity with fewer reservations. Being faced with the possibility of never experiencing motherhood made me appreciate the blessing that Bo is, in ways that I don't think I would have otherwise.
There are a million little reasons why I am thankful for infertility. I think it strengthened my relationship with Mike. While it tested many of my friendships I think it ultimately changed many of them for the better. I now know how to fight for my health. I know that doctors aren't always right. I know it changed me in many positive ways. I know that it has helped to define who I am...
The number one reason I am thankful for infertility is easy. His name is Bo. Without infertility, we would never have had him. And he is worth everything we went through. He is worth the shots. Worth the surgeries and IV's (yes, IV's. I had horrible experiences with them...). Worth the years that we waited.
I know that there are many people out there who don't believe in IVF for a multitude of reasons. There are people who don't want to pursue treatments. There are people who are willing to live child free. I was never one of those people. I would have gone to the end of the earth to have a child -- no matter if that meant IVF, surrogacy, donor eggs, or adoption. I was determined that Mike would be a dad and I would be a mom. Now, it's easy to say that I'm glad I felt that way.
Will I be willing to go to the end of the earth again?