After our local hospitals fertility department had given us all the treatment they were able to give us and could no longer help us on our journey we were referred to the Assisted Conception Unit in Glasgow. We had to wait about 6 months before we got our first consultation appointment. 6 months felt like two years as there was no contact in between or medication to try to help pass the time and so we just had to wait for the letter to come through he door. Hoping that maybe a miracle would happen while we waited.
It was at this time I found my self seeking support from other people, not to deal with the physical problems but for emotional support. I felt like I had just been left alone by the medical professionals to get on with things with no support, reassurance or contact to carry me through my wait – instead I felt forgotten about, lost within a system and lost within myself.
Don’t get me wrong, I have a partner who is fully on board with what we are going through but he is not the kind of guy that talks about how he feels or gets it when I tell him my heart aches or that I found out someone else was pregnant today and it made me want to (or I actually did) breakdown into floods of tears because it’s not me, and I feel guilty that it’s the first thing I think about instead of, “oh, isn’t that lovely!” He has always been of the opinion that it will happen – no need to panic – it will just take us a little longer. It’s lovely that’s he is so confident that we will have a baby and that he is happy to patiently wait until it finally happens but this is sometimes very unhelpful to me and my emotional needs – particularly when my body is the one letting us down and I feel like a failure that I can’t do something that other people find so easy. I understand that I can’t push him into being someone he isn’t (even though there are times I want to shout at him for being an emotional robot and there are times I have shouted at him for being an emotional robot!). He is entitled to deal with it the way he wants, he isn’t that type of person anyways so why would I expect him to be now! I have often thought about whether I would want an over-emotionally involved partner with the infertility stuff and actually, I don’t think I personally would benefit from that, so really his non existent emotional responses are probably the lesser of the two evils!
As I mentioned the long wait made me feel like I needed to talk about what I was going through because sometimes it felt like I was going to burst or that I was totally alone and as my partner was not the person to fill this void I turned to a few special people in my life. I have always been quite open with people about my situation but this was more than that, this was needing to tell people the raw emotions, to share the unfairness, the tears, the days where I felt sorry for myself and grudged other peoples happiness, the side of yourself that hits you like a wave and makes you feel like you are drowning in self pity, the side of you that you don’t necessarily like because you don’t really hate other people for having their share of happiness but you are just so gutted that it’s not you that you can’t see past yourself, the side of you that you can only share with a few people who won’t judge you, who will listen and agree with the crappiness of the situation and who will help to calm the storm, ease your heart, dry your tears and remind you that you aren’t a bad person, that the situation does totally suck but that you are strong enough to keep going. I have a couple of friends and family members who have been there for these moments but none more than two of my older cousins (who are sisters to each other but have always felt like sisters to me). One of my cousins has been on her own fertility journey (with her own amazing success story) and the other supported her on her way, together they have been particularly special to me – when I have felt like I have lost myself they have been there protecting me from my own self destruction and shook their fists at the unfairness of the universe. My cousin who has had her own individual experience has allowed me to rant, rave, cry, swear and get my hopes up when I wanted to or needed to and been there to pick me up when they were dashed. she has phoned me at times where she just knows I need to talk, even if I claim I don’t, and she has let me be a jealous, sarcastic cow when the mood has taken me without judging me and sometimes joining in just for fun so that I feel like I’m not alone, and for all of these things – to both of them I will be eternally thankful.
Another special person came into my life bizarrely through an infertility forum. On days I felt like I needed to hear from other people who were experiencing their own journeys or help myself by helping others with some words of motivation left on a thread, I found comfort in others and support from complete strangers going through the same things. On one of these forums I came across a user who had the same issues as me, was the same age as me and was at the exact same stage of treatment as me and we quickly became fertility friends. I would find myself logging on each day to see how she was, share stories, feelings, bodily functions – you name it – for some reason we could talk about it! After some time we exchanged more personal details and became friends on Facebook so we could talk more easily, see what each other looked like and feel more part of each others “normal” lives! She has now been my friend for well over a year and a half, we talk at least once week and she has gone on to have a beautiful baby boy – she has been my inspiration and motivation on the days where it all feels useless – she totally gets what I’m feeling or thinking without having to properly explain myself. The only negative is that she literally lives on the other side of the world and so we have never met but have offered each other virtual hugs and virtual high fives when they have been needed. Although the infertility journey is a difficult one – she is the one positive thing to come out of this and Sara – if waiting longer for my baby was so that I could meet you – then it has been totally worth it! Thank you for all you have been to me and I hope that our conversations grow from talking about our infertility frustrations to the frustrations our grandchildren are causing us!
Infertility has it’s ups and downs but like every trauma in our lives it’s the strength within and the strength around us that keeps us going. It’s true what they say “every cloud has a sliver lining” my infertility lining has just happened to come in the form of people who have shown me love and support – not just those I have mentioned but those who know they have been there to lend an ear, a shoulder to cry on, shared an inspirational story, given me words of encouragement or joined in with a sarcastic comment when I needed to hear it – thank you all for being my silver lining.
I just hope some day soon my clouds will clear and a little ray of sunshine may be visible on the horizon!