So if you’ve never read a post of mine before, let me catch you up. I’m Jen, I’m a wife and mum of one beautiful three-year-old girl, I’m a runner, I work part time, I have a cat, pretty cool friends and family, my workplace has been a bit unstable in the past but the dust seems to have settled for now – I’m even fishing for a pay rise (Brave? Stupid?). And we can’t have any more children. Without a doctor getting involved anyway.
After trying for a year, my husband and I sought help. Nine months later (ironically enough) we
tried our first “assisted cycle”. It
didn’t work. But we’ll try again twice more
before “hanging up the ovaries” as it were.
Because I’m 35. Because it’s so
bloody expensive and we don’t have much money.
But mostly because it’s a crazy hormone-fulled, pill-popping,
blood-test-jabbing, doctor-jumping, legs-in-stirrups rollercoaster ride that we
can’t sustain. And because, while
I would love a whole minivan full of kids, I love my husband more than
a dream of what should have been.
When I first asked for a referral from my GP a year ago,
he said “Buckle up! This isn’t for the
faint hearted”. And Lordy was the man right!
The side effects of the fertility drugs are crazy! One woman described it as “PMS on crack” and
I think that’s pretty accurate! Then add
in back-to-back doctor’s appointments starting as early at 6.30am, daily blood
tests for four days in a row, early-morning dashes into the city and the
anxiety and anxiousness you try your best not to feel during the two-week wait
to find out if it’s worked or not. ANYONE
would be a basket case. And I don’t want
to live like that. I don’t want my
husband to live like that. I love my
husband and choose to protect our marriage rather than force it through this
process of trying for another baby that God might not have for us.
I have been thinking a lot lately about fostering
children in need. I believe God keeps
showing us things that He wants us to pay attention to, and for me that’s been
news articles about foster children, the system, the global need. And I can’t ignore that! Perhaps God’s answer to us having more
children is no, because He wants us to help children who are already here who
need love, security and opportunity. Even if it’s for a weekend, a week, a few months or years. But I know it’s not the season yet. Our
daughter is still so young and I’d like her to be older before we start this
process because it will involve her greatly.
I just get so impatient sometimes!
Getting back to running has been a big help in shifting
my focus and de-stressing about all of this (focusing on moving your legs,
breathing and not falling over or passing out will do that to a girl!), but
during the next two rolls of the dice, I have to stop to give everything a good
shot. I miss it, but I’m not going to
waste $800-a-shot and all the jabs and pokes for a few early-morning runs! My sneakers and the marathons of the world will
wait for me. I’ll be back.