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19 May 2008 01:57 PM Time to flyHave
you ever woken up one day and just felt different? Like the track you
have been riding on what seems like forever suddenly disappears and
you're on a new one...new scenery, new backdrop, new location...yet the
physical things around you stay the same? As you know,
I have struggled with my fertility and had 3 losses in the last year.
The anniversary date of the first loss has just passed over the weekend
and I didn't cry. It's amazing, but true. Because of that first
experience of pregnancy, I have feverishly tried to replicate it every
month since then. Yearning to have that feeling again. I felt it twice
more, but lost it just as quickly. This deep seeded desperation had
taken over my life as I scoured blogs and medical websites for answers.
My daily life consumed with taking my temperature every morning and
reading the "signs" just in case I need to go back to the doctor later
for more evaluating. I've been consumed by grief as I try to get it
back--trying to conceive that miracle I'd been blessed with for such a
short time. I've come to realize that none of this helps--None of it.
It is a counter productive use of my time and I get nothing from it but
worry. I've decided that assuming I will need to go back to the doctor
for evaluation doesn't help me. Taking my temps every day just puts out
that negative feeling into the world that says "hey, this isn't going
to work so I need months of data to bring to the doctor when too much
time has passed." I'm going to remove all the blogs I have bookmarked
that relate to infertility or pregnancy struggles. I'm to no longer
scour medical websites. I will no longer take my temps each morning or
look for signs. I will fill my life with affirmations of joy and
positivity. The dark gray cloud that has been following me can take a
hike now. I don't need you anymore. No, I'm not pregnant now. But. I
WILL be a mother. I WILL have a healthy pregnancy. I WILL have a
healthy child. That is all I need to know. I don't know when, but I
know it will happen. It's time to tuck these spirits away, gently, and
whisper "it is ok; you can go now. I will be ok without you. I will
never forget you" And now, I can breathe. No comments on this article yet. Be the first to comment! Discuss this article
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