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I have a wonderful husband and a beautiful daughter. I have a busy life full of dinner, lunches, laundry, cleaning up toys, bath time, bedtime books and cuddles. I am grateful for what I have and I thank Hashem for it every day. And yet, there is a hole...
I am experiencing secondary infertility.
While I would never ever compare the pain of someone who has no children to what I am experiencing, it hurts. Maybe not everyone would feel pain, but I do.
I got pregnant with our daughter shortly after we got married. So the second time around, we figured it would be no big deal. So we waited, and 6 months passed by. I began to get a little nervous and started complaining to my husband that maybe I should see a doctor. So I did. I'm sure this doctor thought I was being a little hysterical. She prescribed me a medication and with that sent me on my way. Now I am a bit of a medication-phobe so I didn't take it. Instead, I started doing ovulation predictor tests. And lo and behold it looked like everything was fine..not like the doctor had thought. So for 6 more months we did nothing but wait and pray and cry.
Finally a friend convinced me to see a specialist. So off I went. The doctor gave me a whole battery of tests I must complete. Blood test, ultrasound, x-ray. Each test more invasive then the next. I started some of the blood-work and ultrasound and the results came back perfectly normal. No hormonal imbalance as I had thought. So on to the next. The thought of putting an x-ray to my ovaries made me squeamish so I looked for other options. I finally found another doctor who was doing a new procedure that could test the same thing using ultrasound. However, month after month the test was put off. The new doctor ordered more bloodwork and tests. I waited anxiously for the results. This time, I said to my husband, we will find the problem. But we didn't. Everything was picture perfect normal. After being poked, prodded, bruised, and scrutinized, we still had no answer.
So here we are. No pregnancy. No answers. The time keeps rolling on. Every month has become a predictable pattern of emotions. Excitement, hope, waiting, and then sadness. I almost don't even want to hope anymore. As someone put it “its like almost getting engaged every month." Everywhere I look there are pregnant bellies and squirming newborns. No one would guess the pain that I feel when I see it because after all, I, thank G-d have a child.
It does hurt though when something you really want is denied. No one seems to feel they have to be sensitive, but how could they know? Maybe we really just don't want another child. People make thoughtless remarks like “why do YOU need a minivan?” Never thinking for a second that this comment left a sting. I went to pick up maternity clothes that I had lent to someone 9 months ago, hoping I would need to take them back in the middle. But her baby is here, and I am still shopping at J Crew. It makes we want to cry when I see those clothes.
The other day my daughter said to me that she really wants a brother or sister. In the past my answer to her was that we need to daven [pray]. Upon further reflection, I don't want her to think that Hashem [G-d] is not listening to her or that she is not davening hard enough if we don't have another child. So I changed my line. Now I answer her that this is the perfect family that Hashem has given us right now and we are very thankful.
Now I just have to internalize that myself.