I've recently thought about writing down my memories of our journey through infertility....
As Mother's Day gets closer every year, I think about the struggle and pain and joy of those eight years.
After Eric and I were married for about a year, I started wanting to try to have a baby. We dated for 5 years, and we were about the last of our friends to get married. So, I felt ready to add another person to our family. Eric was a little reluctant at first. He wanted children, but he always needs to warm up to any changes in our life. So, I began talking about it slowly.
I was teaching in Ava and we lived an hour from there. I knew it would be hard to drive 2 hours a day and have a baby. I considered that I could be pregnant and do the driving, but hopefully have another job closer to home by my third year of teaching so I would have more family time and not be away from a baby for so long during the day. Little did I know, that would be the least of my worries...
During the summer after our 2nd anniversary (1998), we decided to start trying to conceive.
The first few months were exciting to think that we were going to have baby soon. We thought about baby names and how we would decorate the nursery. We didn't tell anyone. We couldn't wait to surprise our family and friends with the news. We had waited so long to get married (not by my choice), and I was pleased that this next stage in our life was going to come a little more quickly than our journey into marriage.
We are both planners, so this next step in our lives was something we had both planned and wanted for our family from the very beginning. I wanted to have 3 kids. The first two closer together, and then a 3rd one about 5 years after the 2nd child was born. I'm not sure why, but I had always thought that was how I'd like the family to be.
Our plans slowly began to fade....
Every month was a dissappointment. Not one month did I ever think I might be pregnant. I was never late once- always on time or early.
As the months of that year crept by, we began talking less and less about the possibility of a pregnancy, but we continued praying and hoping that the next month would be the month.
The last 6 - 12 months of the first year trying to conceive (TTC) were excruciatingly painful. We hadn't told anyone. No one knew. We were alone and in misery. It was probably the worst time of the whole journey. We didn't have support. We didn't understand why it hadn't happened. We were scared to death that something was wrong. We tried to act like everything was normal with our friends and family because we had wanted it to be a surprise. And the longer we waited to tell people that we were trying and failing, the harder it seemed it was to do.
After about a year of trying, I began to spin out of control. I started to question every part of my existence. Why was I not pregnant? Were we supposed to be togther? Why did I have to wait for every "big" milestone in my life? Did I want to be married anymore? What does this all matter anyway? Why did life seem to be so painful? What happened to my plan? Why couldn't I make a plan for my life like everyone else?
I'm telling you, I was reeling..... Eric and I went through some of our darkest days at the end of that first year TTC. Our marriage was feeling a huge amount of strain and pressure. I was lost in a downward spiral of despair and pain and fear.