Infertility: stuck outside, looking in.

There have been a flurry of posts from me this week. Mostly, I’m trying to play catch up.

About a week before Christmas last year my younger sister told me she was expecting.

For most people, this sort of news would be wonderful news. But for someone who has been struggling with infertility since 1998, it wasn’t wonderful news at all. It was crushing.

Oh sure, I said, “Congratulations!”, wished her the best, and told her to make sure to take care of herself, but moments later when I was finally alone on the train ride back into New York City, I silently wept as I processed that piece of information.

My sister was going to have a baby.

Again.

For.

The.

Fifth.

Time.

I spent the next 6 months or so being depressed, crying, eating chocolate, and meeting my spiritual director for countless fruitless discussions over why God had put a baby in her womb when He knew how much it would hurt me.

I went to a healing mass and got prayed over. I said novenas, prayed, lit candles, and wept in Eucharistic Adoration.

And when I realized that every time I was ovulating, F. H. was out of town, it occurred to me that God really, really didn’t want me to have a baby biologically. There’s no way a baby is going to be created if my husband is on another continent.

So, after years of talking about it, we finally started the process of adoption.

We had already done tons of research, so we filled out the paperwork, got finger printed, background checked, inspected, and were examined by doctors to ensure that we were healthy (and cancer free so as to provide a stable home for any future children I suppose) and able to parent a child.

Then in the middle of the night on June 16th, I got a phone call from my sister. She was bleeding profusely and was being rushed to the hospital.

Someday I’m going to write out everything that happened, but the short story is that she was in Florida and I was in NYC. Doctors delivered the baby by emergency c-section at 31 weeks. My Lovely Sister was still bleeding so they did an emergency hysterectomy. She was still bleeding so they gave her 20 pints of blood and then literally said, “Well we’ve done all that we can do. It’s time to pray.” Agnostic doctors saying it was time to pray. It was crazy.

She spent 14 days in ICU. It’s a miracle that she is still alive.

I was able to fly down a couple of times to see her and on my second trip she was released out of ICU to a regular room. This meant that she could visit the baby in the NICU. So we arranged for a time when my mom, my sister and I could go see the baby. For this first meeting, they made an exception to the rule and allowed all three of us to be there.

But for the second trip to the NICU, only two people could go in to see the baby at one time. My mom wheeled my sister in her wheelchair into the NICU and I had to stand outside to wait my turn.

So there I was, standing in the hallway looking through the window pane at my little sister holding her 5th child. I was ridiculously living the analogy of my life: watching everyone else experience the joy of motherhood while being somehow trapped outside of it. Stuck outside, looking in.

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There were teenage moms who were breastfeeding their children. There was a teenage moms who’s boyfriend couldn’t figure out how to buzz the doorbell properly so that he could get in through the security door to get into the NICU area, all because he didn’t take the time to read the sign that was posted on the door.

To make matters worse, I feel like crap because I feel like I’m not allowed to say anything about how I’m feeling. All my family is so worn out from taking care of my Lovely Sister, that they don’t have the time or strength to listen to me.

My Lovely Sister is so busy trying to recover and trying to take care of her newborn that she has completely forgotten about my cross of infertility. She sends a picture of the baby to a bunch of family members, with me included and inadvertently sets me up to receive all of their congratulatory replies.

Plink. Plink. Plink.

Their excitement comes into my inbox like a penny into a tin can, and it just so happens that for me, it’s as heavy as a millstone.

I’m supposed to just suck it up and pretend like I’m not jealous that my sister has 5 kids. I’m supposed to pretend like I’m not jealous of God gifting her with a child again. I’m supposed to just sit there in the middle of the nursery and watch all of the other moms hold their babies and pretend like I don’t want what they have. I’m supposed to pretend like I don’t wish that my life was different.

The saying, “God’s grace is sufficient.” doesn’t really feel very true.

I’m so exhausted from carrying this cross of infertility that I feel zapped. I don’t have the energy to do anything creative or joyful. I feel defeated.

I feel like a fool for trying.

I feel like a fool for hoping…

and then I feel angry that this gift has been given to so many others who don’t appreciate it.

* sigh *

Yes. Yes I am glad that my Lovely Sister is still alive and yes, God listened to my prayers to save her life. Yes, I am glad that the baby is doing great and now both he and L.S. are home.

But honestly, I fear that every time I look at him, I am going to remember that day when my L.S. told me she was pregnant again. God crushed me that day by bringing Baby W. into life at a time when God knew I was already so burdened. Baby W. is proof that God ignored my pleas for peace and mercy during Advent so that I could enjoy Christmas.

But the question is: where do I go from here? How do I get back to being the cutest me? How do I climb out of this pit of sadness, when I feel like I don’t have any strength at all?

A new hope in the field of fertility

I was walking in NYC the other day… I think it was along Madison Ave… and I saw this ad and had to take a quick pic:

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(Sorry about the glare.  If I see it again I’ll try to get a better pic.)

Isn’t it cute!?!?! It reminds me of the Cabbage Patch kids dolls.  Super cute.

It’s an ad for the Gianna Center for Women.  It’s at 40th St. just west of Madison. (212-481-1219) It’s a great new center that helps women to find a natural SUCCESSFUL way to have children biologically without having to spend the thousands of dollars and pain of going through IVF.

Before I did my research on IVF I had NO idea that it costs about $30,000 for one month of treatment! AND that it is ONLY 30% successful!?!?!

Crazy. They never tell you that when you go to the Infertility Clinic to try to figure out why you haven’t had children.  They just start telling you the steps that you can take.  Once you finish the first step, they push you to the second and on and on.

Anyway – we went to the center that is advertised in the ad above and they were great! Super nice, very thorough, offer natural treatments, and honestly cared more for ME medically, rather than what kind of money they can make on our fertility attempts.

They have a wall of pictures of all of the women that they have helped and all of the cute babies that have been born because of them.  It’s really encouraging.

(After a couple of years of treatments, we decided to move on to Adoption, since it’s 100% successful. 🙂  But I would totally recommend going to the Gianna Center first to try to figure out what is medically wrong.  If I hadn’t gone through the Gianna Center I would be left wondering if there was something else that I should have done.  Instead I’m free to happily move on to Adoption.  Yay!)

A happy home…while hoping

First we had to fill out applications. Then we had to get fingerprinted and have background checks run.  Then we had to be interviewed by a social worker who also ensured that our home was a safe home. Then we had to pick out pictures and write a letter to our future baby’s birthmother.  Now that all of that is complete, the last step is making our home a happy home.

In part it means organizing where organizing is needed, decluttering and child proofing our home…

But mostly, I’m concerned about how I’m going to clean out all of the emotional residue that is left after years of infertility.  The truth is, infertility will never leave my life – our lives.  It will forever shape it and will forever remind us that every human life is a gift from God, not something that we have a right to.

Everyday I’m reminded in some way that fertility comes easily to others.  Everyday the divide – the chasm – that seems to separate F.H. and I from the rest of the child bearing world seems to smack us in the face unexpectedly.

Oh you weren’t thinking about that for a millisecond?

SMACK! There it is.  You can’t avoid it.

You.

Can’t.

Bear.

Children.

And you still have no explanation about why.

(It’s the not knowing why – the no medical explanation for why we haven’t had children, that causes us so much suffering.  We aren’t alone.  1 out of every 6 couples suffer from infertility in the U.S. and about 20% of them, have no explanation as to why.)

But I want our home to be a happy home.  I want our child(ren) to grow up in a home where their parents rejoice in the day and look to the future, rather than lament over the past.  Easier said than done.  We have a lot of baggage to unload.

For now, F.H. and I will prepare our home, buy some essential baby items so that we will be prepared when our agency calls us to say that our Baby F. will be born soon, and relish in these last days when we have the freedom to go out whenever we want and sleep in on the weekends as long as we want.

For now, we wait, we prepare and we hope.  We hope that we can leave the past behind.  We hope that God will help the birth mother of Baby F. to choose adoption and later choose us to parent her child.  We hope that our wait won’t be too long. 🙂

Infertility = Suffering

After two priests suggested that I read Blessed Pope John Paul II’s Letter on Suffering, I thought, “OK. Perhaps I should read this thing.”

It’s very good and ridiculously pertinent to my current condition. So if you are suffering, I highly recommend it.

http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/john_paul_ii/apost_letters/documents/hf_jp-ii_apl_11021984_salvifici-doloris_en.html

As I was  reading the list of causes of suffering I realized that it applied to me:

Sacred Scripture is a great book about suffering. Let us quote from the books of the Old Testament a few examples of situations which bear the signs of suffering, and above all moral suffering:

the danger of death(5),

the death of one’s own children(6)

and, especially, the death of the firstborn and only son(7);

and then too: the lack of offspring(8) (This is me),

nostalgia for the homeland(9) (This is me),

persecution and hostility of the environment(10) (This is me in my workplace),

mockery and scorn of the one who suffers(11) (This is me in NY state and in a world of angry athiests),

loneliness and abandonment(12) (This is me);

and again: the remorse of conscience(13) (This is me – angry at myself over past sins),

the difficulty of understanding why the wicked prosper and the just suffer(14) (This is me),

the unfaithfulness and ingratitude of friends and neighbours(15) (This is me as many of my “friends” turned out not to be such good friends after all);

and finally: the misfortunes of one’s own nation(16) (ULTRA This is me…insert the HHS Mandate as our executive branch decides that I no longer am allowed to have religious liberty).

The letter goes on to say:

We could say that man suffers because of a good in which he does not share, from which in a certain sense he is cut off, or of which he has deprived himself. He particularly suffers when he a ought”—in the normal order of things—to have a share in this good and does not have it.

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People who suffer become similar to one another through the analogy of their situation, the trial of their destiny, or through their need for understanding and care, and perhaps above all through the persistent question of the meaning of suffering.

I guess that’s why all of my friends right now are also suffering from infertility… we are similar. My other friends who have bountiful families, flourishing from their fabulous fertility, just don’t have anything in common with me anymore.

Within each form of suffering endured by man, and at the same time at the basis of the whole world of suffering, there inevitably arises the question: why?

This is when suffering becomes unbearable… to ask the question, “why?” When my doctor can’t tell me the answer, I turn to God and ask him, “Why?”

Both questions are difficult, when an individual puts them to another individual, when people put them to other people, as also when man puts them to God. For man does not put this question to the world, even though it is from the world that suffering often comes to him, but he puts it to God as the Creator and Lord of the world. And it is well known that concerning this question there not only arise many frustrations and conflicts in the relations of man with God, but it also happens that people reach the point of actually denying God. For, whereas the existence of the world opens as it were the eyes of the human soul to the existence of God, to his wisdom, power and greatness, evil and suffering seem to obscure this image, sometimes in a radical way, especially in the daily drama of so many cases of undeserved suffering and of so many faults without proper punishment.

Which is why I don’t feel God’s presence. It’s why I feel pinned to the cross and think, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

In the midst of this great suffering and without the knowledge of WHY, I can only assume that God is not there in my life.

Thus the personal dimension of punishment is affirmed. According to this dimension, punishment has a meaning not only because it serves to repay the objective evil of the transgression with another evil, but first and foremost because it creates the possibility of rebuilding goodness in the subject who suffers.

So wait… two wrongs do make a right????

and… this lifetime of suffering is just “rebuilding goodness in” me? Ummm I don’ t think I want to be good if it means THIS amount of suffering.

It is the same when we deal with death. It is often awaited even as a liberation from the suffering of this life.

Which is why I’ve pondered taking up smoking… perhaps it will speed my exit from this life. (just kidding)

this suffering which is the separation, the rejection by the Father, the estrangement from God.

Which brings us back to the feelings of:  “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

(If you are following along or would like to reference the letter this can be found under #20. )
The very participation in Christ’s suffering finds, in these apostolic expressions, as it were a twofold dimension. If one becomes a sharer in the sufferings of Christ, this happens because Christ has opened his suffering to man, because he himself in his redemptive suffering has become, in a certain sense, a sharer in all human sufferings. Man, discovering through faith the redemptive suffering of Christ, also discovers in it his own sufferings; he rediscovers them, through faith, enriched with a new content and new meaning.
This discovery caused Saint Paul to write particularly strong words in the Letter to the Galatians: “I have been crucified with Christ, it is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me: and the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me”(62). Faith enables the author of these words to know that love which led Christ to the Cross. And if he loved us in this way, suffering and dying, then with this suffering and death of his he lives in the one whom he loved in this way; he lives in the man: in Paul. And living in him-to the degree that Paul, conscious of this through faith, responds to his love with love-Christ also becomes in a particular way united to the man, to Paul, through the Cross. This union caused Paul to write, in the same Letter to the Galatians, other words as well, no less strong: “But far be it from me to glory except in the Cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world”(63).

This gives new meaning to being a part of the body of Christ! and I’m not sure I like it…

So wait, I as a member of Christ’s one and only church am a member of Christ’s body. So because I am a part of His body (metaphysically) and because His body suffered on the cross, that means that my body as part of his body suffers directly because of that? (Is that right?)

Why does my body have to suffer so much? Suzie and Johnny over there don’t seem to be suffering.  They seem to be thriving quite nicely.  Why do I seem to have an extra dose (or five) of this suffering?

(and under #23)

“More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint us, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit which has been given to us”(76).
Yeah.  I’m not at that “rejoicing in our sufferings” part.  I’m not feeling the endurance.  Right now I feel like I’ve been run over by elephants and I couldn’t take another step even if I wanted to. At this point I’d have to argue this whole idea…. suffering more = feeling like you can run a marathon? and = hope???
mmm.  Nope.  Not for me. Not yet, at least.
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In doing this, the individual unleashes hope, which maintains in him the conviction that suffering will not get the better of him, that it will not deprive him of his dignity as a human being, a dignity linked to awareness of the meaning of life. And indeed this meaning makes itself known together with the working of God’s love, which is the supreme gift of the Holy Spirit. The more he shares in this love, man rediscovers himself more and more fully in suffering: he rediscovers the “soul” which he thought he had “lost”(77) because of suffering.
Well, I suppose that’s why I feel like suffering has gotten the better of me.  I don’t have this abundance of  hope to unleash.
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“Now I rejoice in my sufferings for your sake, and in my flesh I complete what is lacking in Christ’s afflictions for the sake of his body, that is, the Church”(78). And in another Letter he asks his readers: “Do you not know that your bodies are members of Christ?”(79)
Seriously? Are these people being honest? Rejoicing in suffering? Is that even possible? Suffering = pain…. = yay?!?!?! That sounds masochistic to me! How can Suffering = yay?
END of suffering = yay. Yes.
But Suffering – oh joy? Mmm, no.
Under 24.
In this Body, Christ wishes to be united with every individual, and in a special way he is united with those who suffer.
Then why does He FEEL so far away? Why, when I am suffering unbearably, does it feel as if I am a blind man waving my arms about  as I stumble forward to find out if anyone else is in the room with me?
For, whoever suffers in union with Christ— just as the Apostle Paul bears his “tribulations” in union with Christ— not only receives from Christ that strength already referred to but also “completes” by his suffering “what is lacking in Christ’s afflictions”.
and
The sufferings of Christ created the good of the world’s redemption. This good in itself is inexhaustible and infinite. No man can add anything to it. But at the same time, in the mystery of the Church as his Body, Christ has in a sense opened his own redemptive suffering to all human suffering. In so far as man becomes a sharer in Christ’s sufferings—in any part of the world and at any time in history—to that extent he in his own way completes the suffering through which Christ accomplished the Redemption of the world.
??? what? Do we help complete it? or not? I’m confused.
It completes that suffering just as the Church completes the redemptive work of Christ. The mystery of the Church—that body which completes in itself also Christ’s crucified and risen body—indicates at the same time the space or context in which human sufferings complete the sufferings of Christ. Only within this radius and dimension of the Church as the Body of Christ, which continually develops in space and time, can one think and speak of “what is lacking” in the sufferings of Christ. The Apostle, in fact, makes this clear when he writes of “completing what is lacking in Christ’s afflictions for the sake of his body, that is, the Church”.
So, I guess the answer is both yes and no.  Both, and.  If you hadn’t noticed, Both/AND is a theme throughout Catholicism…. and proves to be quite perplexing.
Under 26 And Christ through his own salvific suffering is very much present in every human suffering, and can act from within that suffering by the powers of his Spirit of truth, his consoling Spirit.
That must be why I sometimes feel “his consoling Spirit.”  He can act… I guess that means that sometimes He does and sometimes He doesn’t.
This is not all: the Divine Redeemer wishes to penetrate the soul of every sufferer through the heart of his holy Mother, the first and the most exalted of all the redeemed. As though by a continuation of that motherhood which by the power of the Holy Spirit had given him life, the dying Christ conferred upon the ever Virgin Mary a new kind of motherhood—spiritual and universal—towards all human beings, so that every individual, during the pilgrimage of faith, might remain, together with her, closely united to him unto the Cross, and so that every form of suffering, given fresh life by the power of this Cross, should become no longer the weakness of man but the power of God.

Ok – well, this must be part of the problem, because I have such a stinky relationship with his holy Mother. No matter what I do, it seems to remain more like a term paper about Mary rather than a relationship with her.* sigh *

And…  “every form of suffering…should become no longer the weakness of man, but the power of God?”

huh? what does that mean?

The letter goes on to illustrate that after the suffering one asks the question of why, they get this answer:

The answer which comes through this sharing, by way of the interior encounter with the Master, is in itself something more than the mere abstract answer to the question about the meaning of suffering. For it is above all a call. It is a vocation. Christ does not explain in the abstract the reasons for suffering, but before all else he says: “Follow me!”. Come! Take part through your suffering in this work of saving the world, a salvation achieved through my suffering! Through my Cross. Gradually, as the individual takes up his cross, spiritually uniting himself to the Cross of Christ, the salvific meaning of suffering is revealed before him. He does not discover this meaning at his own human level, but at the level of the suffering of Christ. At the same time, however, from this level of Christ the salvific meaning of suffering descends to man’s level and becomes, in a sense, the individual’s personal response. It is then that man finds in his suffering interior peace and even spiritual joy.
Yeah. Clearly not there yet.  I do not have peace and I most certainly do not have spiritual joy.
The person feels condemned to receive help and assistance from others, and at the same time seems useless to himself.
Yep… that’s me.
Faith in sharing in the suffering of Christ brings with it the interior certainty that the suffering person “completes what is lacking in Christ’s afflictions”; the certainty that in the spiritual dimension of the work of Redemption he is serving, like Christ, the salvation of his brothers and sisters. Therefore he is carrying out an irreplaceable service.
Really? because it seems like they’d be fine without me. There are plenty of people who are not suffering (ie not working in this) who could pick up the slack.  I mean… scripture says “the laborers are few”.  So why then, does God give suffering to those who are already ready to do the work or already doing the work?  It’s like punishing someone for doing a good job!  Meanwhile, others kick back, put their feet up and sip pina colada’s poolside.  Literally.
Under 28
The name “Good Samaritan” fits every individual who is sensitive to the sufferings of others, who “is moved” by the misfortune of another.
and
a Good Samaritan is one who brings help in suffering,
and
A Good Samaritan is the person capable of exactly such a gift of self.
Great.  So my suffering helps me to fully comprehend other’s sufferings and have compassion for them. * sigh * A good thing in general, but honestly, can’t I just be the expert in one suffering? why do I have to be an expert in all different types of suffering? Why the lifetime of suffering?
Under 30. He himself is the one who in each individual experiences love; he himself is the one who receives help, when this is given to every suffering person without exception. He himself is present in this suffering person, since his salvific suffering has been opened once and for all to every human suffering. And all those who suffer have been called once and for all to become sharers “in Christ’s sufferings”(98), just as all have been called to “complete” with their own suffering “what is lacking in Christ’s afflictions”(99). At one and the same time Christ has taught man to do good by his suffering and to do good to those who suffer. In this double aspect he has completely revealed the meaning of suffering.
Yeah – I wish I had been called to become a sharer of the joy instead.
Under 31
Precisely at this point the “revealing of man to himself and making his supreme vocation clear” is particularly indispensable.
Yah – I would like to know what this “supreme vocation” for me is.  Is it really JUST to suffer? Because it seems to be the only thing that is being presented.
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I wasn’t sure if I should post this reflection because I haven’t yet come to a positive resolution.  But after being given another dose of suffering this morning, just when I thought I saw the thunderstorms ending and a ray of light shining through, I thought: yep.  My role in life is to suffer.  It’s the one clear theme throughout my 38 years.  I guess it’s time to finally just accept it and wear the crown of thorns that I’ve been given. 
Infertility = Suffering. Over and over and over.