Going through infertility let me know that there are some things in life that I just can’t control. For someone who already has a hard time relinquishing control in life (call me a bit of a control nut!), entering the world of IVF was not only hard physically and mentally, but it also was incredibly difficult because it showed me things about myself that were at odds with this journey.
I realized how much I had needed to be in control of my life, how much I took for granted that my life path most often “always worked out” the way I imagined it would and I also realized how impatient I was.
IVF treatment strips away a lot of yourself. You are forced to give up control and forced to wait….a lot. In our case, both my husband and I had potential issues and the two of us pulled away from the rest of our friends whose sperm romantically found their partner’s ripe egg and impregnated them the old fashioned way.
While we were undergoing a lot of things physically and emotionally in a dark, isolating world of blood labs, doctor’s offices and at many times, what seemed like barbaric tests. Something made me very “hush-hush” about it and I’m usually a wide-open book about everything. I guess you could say I was ashamed, I felt like it was a weakness or a flaw.
I only opened up about our struggle with fertility when I, finally, had a successful pregnancy and realized that once you go into the world of IVF there’s no turning back. I was now an “IVF person.” I became really passionate about the world of infertility especially once I started talking to others who went through it. This was one of the things that I felt now defined me, I had an “infertility journey,” I was a #ttcsister, and because of IVF, I became a mom.
I embraced it and became proud of it. I launched my business by sharing my infertility story and it was so much a part of who I was. It motivated me to start to form an in-person community of women, pregnant, trying to conceive, or already moms based on my struggles with motherhood… before they even started! All while pregnant and then giving birth to my daughter.
Then a year and a half later I accidentally got pregnant.
The truth is, I never went back on birth control after having our baby because I didn’t want to go through getting off of it again. Some people might not be able to relate to thinking you can’t get pregnant on your own. They can’t imagine the idea that you and your husband’s test results indicate that the likelihood of pregnancy without IVF is basically zero.
But somehow, one of my husband’s sperm in the millions of sperms that were morphologically corrupt found its way to my egg at the perfect time. The interesting part is that one of the most prominent thoughts I had when this happened was that I now felt like an imposter. How could I just get knocked up?!
I was helping and advocating for infertility and it was actually approaching National Infertility Awareness Week. I spent several weeks hiding just like I did during my last pregnancy.
Then, one day at work, I felt so sick from morning sickness and I couldn’t tell anyone why. I went into the bathroom and just cried. Not just because of how debilitating the sickness was, but because of how alone I felt. Here I was trying to bring moms together yet I was isolating myself.
I was experiencing every IVF veteran’s dream and I wasn’t happy. I was feeling badly, torn, upset and just irrationally guilty and I needed support. I picked myself up, walked out of that bathroom and told every one of my colleagues at work “I’m pregnant, by mistake, and I need help.”
The truth is, I’ve realized that just because I dodged IVF and some of those hardships this time around and truly feel like I was given the biggest stroke of luck, it doesn’t change what I went through to get my first daughter. It also doesn’t change my passion for advocacy in infertility and fighting with all my might for motherhood.