Lets Hear It For My Man!

SaturdayCuddlesWithDadAva is the luckiest girl in the world and I must be the luckiest wife. We share the most amazing man! W is an incredible father! Everyone comments on how well I seem to have adjusted to motherhood in such a short period of time, baring in mind that prior to the 8th December we had no inkling of how our world was about to be rocked. I can, with 100% certainty say that a large part of the reason is because how hands on and super involved W is with Ava.

Before he leaves for work every morning, he ensures all her bottles are washed and sterilized, that the water has boiled and cooled and that all of her bottles have been filled with water and stacked in the fridge ready for the formula to be added! When he comes home from work, he always takes her from me, claiming this as his quality time with her, so he always settles her and gets her to sleep in the evenings. And EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, when she wakes up for her first feed, whether it be 11pm or 1am, he always gets up, prepares her bottle and gives her her first night feed, changes her nappies and gets her back to sleep.

She turns 6 weeks tomorrow and for the last week has started skipping out on one of her night time feeds. With our current routine, this means that I’ve been able to get a full night sleep in almost every night. Going to bed at around 9pm and getting to sleep till just past 5am, all because my amazing husband insists on doing that feed. He says he feels he misses out on time with her, so that’s his way of spending a little extra time with her.

All of this has made adapting to being a new mom far easier!

So lets hear it for my man!!!!

Shattered Husband

This miscarriage seems to be hitting W hard. He had such real hope that this was it. Since we’d had the first confirmation and then the awesome second beta, he’d started planning and arranging and genuinely getting excited. Its probably the first time, aside from my first and second pregnancies when we were still naive enough to think that there weren’t any real issues. On Thursday morning, while I was nervously eating my breakfast before going in for the repeat beta, he told me I shouldn’t be nervous, that he really believed everything was going to be fine after the fabulous beta count on Tuesday. On Friday morning, while I was sitting with him, all puffy eyed and bloated from the crying, he looked at me and asked me if there was no way that the beta would go back up again and that everything would be ok? I cried so hard when I saw the hope in his eyes, the hope he is clinging to is completely crushing me. We are praying for completely different things him and I – he’s praying for a miracle, that somehow, someway my beta would have miraculously recovered when we retest on Saturday. I’m praying that the beta will continue to drop so I can get off this roller-coaster. At the end of the day, the ending is inevitable, my beta increasing will simply prolong the eventual outcome.

My Husband Scarred By Infertility – Part II

Just like Sam, I received a proverbial kick in the nads from my long aquinted but most unwelcome friend, INFERITLITY, on Thursday evening. Its easy to forget the effect that this all has on W. I think mostly because he doesn’t talk about it much, in fact, I think the only person he does talk to about it is Stian, Elize’s husband. But every now and again, I get a glimpse into his hurt and it hurts me more than words can describe, it hurts more than a painful kick in the nads could possibley hurt. It knocks the wind out of my sails, sucks the breath out of me. I hate it I hate it I hate it, I would do anything for him to NEVER have to experience this pain.

He has a colleague who’s quite a few years younger than us, around 25 years old. I met him and his wife for the first time at W’s unbelievabley boring year end function in early December. At the time, I remember him asking us in a very innocent way why we didn’t have children? I guess its kinda obvious that I’m in my mid to late 30′s and he was confused by why we didn’t have kids. It was painful being asked that question and I was relieved when W gave him some flip answer that got us off the hook of the long explanations and then unwanted assvice that was sure to follow.  At the time, this young dude told us that he and his wife had recently had a MASSIVE fight because she wanted to try and get pregnant right away and he wanted to wait a little.

Well, lo and behold, guess what?? Yup! You’re right, she’s pregnant!  What hurt me was the look on W’s face when he told me last night about how young dude called him over to his desk to show him the pictures of their first scan!! OMG! It felt like the most painful kick in the nads.

What was even worse was hearing W tell me that he’s so jaded by all of this, that his first reaction, on seeing the pics, was to want to warn the young dude that they weren’t out of the woods and that at only 7 weeks the risk for miscarriage was still high but that he managed to keep these thoughts to himself. He says he dislikes himself for thinking that way.

OMG, it hurt so much!

GUILT

I’m not sure if its just me, but the over riding emotion surrounding my infertility is guilt. And its not just me who feels guilty, guilt seems to affect everyone who knows us and loves us.

For me personally, I feel guilty because our infertility is my “fault”. I know everyone will say that it isn’t my fault, and I know there is nothing I could have done to prevent my infertility, but the fact remains that its my body that has caused our infertility all along. I mean I had the partial uterine septum, I had the uterine variocele (sp?), I had the blocked fallopian tube that was leaking toxins into my uterus. So yes, I feel guilty. I feel guilty that my body caused our babies to die, I feel guilty that my body caused all my IVF”s to fail. I feel guilty that my body has created so much heart ache for W and I. I feel guilty that W has had to go through this because of my body. GUILT!

I know W feels guilty because he can’t take the pain and heartache away, I know he feels guilty because somehow he believes he has to be this He-Man who can provide for all of my needs, including having an endless supply of money available for me to go on countless rounds of IVF. I know he feels guilty every time he sees me cry that he can’t take the hurt and pain away. I know that he feels guilty every time he see’s me have to endure yet another injection, blood test, invasive scan, PC Test, Egg Retrieval, Embryo Transfer, surgery, the list is endless.

I know my parents feel guilty, especially my Mother, for my fertility problems. I know none of this is her fault and yet she feels guilty knowing that a large portion of my fertility problems are related to the rather messy appendix operation I had as a child. I saw the tears in her eyes when I told her, after my last surgery, about the images the RE had shown us, of how they’d had to work to try and clean up my insides, of how the RE had asked me if I hadn’t lived with constant discomfort and pain on my lower right side, of how they’d had to cut away adhesion’s that had my insides all stuck to each other. My bowel, bladder and uterus were all pretty much glued to each other by these adhesion’s. My right tube, swollen to more than 5 times its natural size, which was drained and disconnected. All of this caused by my appendix surgery when I was 8 years old. There’s nothing she could have done to prevent any of this, the truth is, I was very sick, I was in terrible pain and my appendix needed to be removed and the surgery was performed as an emergency. But I know she feels guilty. I know she feels guilty every time I cry, every time she sees my tears, every time I loose another baby, she feels guilty. Which in turn makes me feel guilty because I love he so much I don’t want her to feel this way, I don’t want her to take on this responsibility and I would love to give her a grand child.

My friends and family members who get pregnant and have babies feel guilty because they know that their good fortune, their pregnancies and babies cause me pain. I see how they try to tone down their elation in an attempt to try and spare my feelings. I love them so much for that, I wish it could be different and that makes me feel guilty.

Then yesterday, on my post about Compromise, I got so much support from all of you and I’m so grateful for it, but there were two comments that stuck out in my mind. The first one was from Kirsty, she suggested that I read the book “The Secret” to unlock the power of positive thinking in myself and of “if I believe it I can become it”. Now the truth is I’ve had The Secret for a year sitting on my bedside table for a year now, I still have not brought myself to read it. And then yesterday, Glenda made a comment that read as follows:

Hi Sharon

Shit! My two cents worth…ignore Kirty’s suggestion (Kirsty, I am sure you mean well but what happens if things don’t work out, does it become our fault that we didn’t believe enough…in my experience you start getting into very complicated areas, ‘the secret’ should stay about wanting nice cars and house and not stuff like babies or cancer, the things that matter and that can stuff you up if they don’t happen).

My feeling, I get what you say. Screw the intellectual/esoteric stuff…its just lousy, unfair and crap and not right that one should have to deal with it!

Good luck.

And I think Glenda hit the nail on the head for me, I think she said exactly why I’ve been avoiding reading The Secret. I already have so much guilt over this, and what if, just what if the next round of treatment fails? I’m afraid that each treatment failure unloads a pile of guilt onto me in the first place. My thought process surrounding this issue goes like this:

If I believe it I become it. So does that mean that I didn’t believe enough that my previous rounds of treatment would work? What about the babies I’ve lost, did I not believe or want them enough? I can’t even bare to think like that, its too painful and hurts too much. So while I believe in the power of positive thinking and visualizing what we want, I also believe that there are outside factors that also play a role in the outcomes. My previous IVF’s were always doomed to fail, it didn’t matter how much I loved those babies, how much I wanted a positive result, the simple fact of the matter is that my insides were so messed up that there was no way a baby could survive in that kind of environment.

Kirsty, please don’t take this post has a slap in the face, because I by no means mean it that way. Its just that there are some things in life that positive thinking and believing in with all our hearts, can’t be changed.

So yes, I’m still hoping and believing in a miracle, but if the IVF fails, I just don’t want to pile a whole new type of guilt onto myself. I live with enough guilt already.

Compromise

So after lot more tears and a whole lot of talking, I think a compromise has been reached. Not really sure how I feel about it to be honest, it kinda puts me in a place at the start of my next IVF I really wanted to avoid.

We’re going to give it one more shot. My next IVF will also be my last IVF. So I really have to pray very hard that this one last attempt will work because if it doesn’t I don’t know how I’m going to cope. I really didn’t want to start off the next round of treatment with that kind of pressure but I guess there was no getting away from it. I have to compromise. Fair is fair and its not like I can’t say I haven’t given it my best shot. By the time my next round of treatment is over, W and I will have been trying for almost 7 years. We will have spend hundreds of thousands of rands, I will have cried oceans of tears, I will have endured thousands of injections and blood tests. I will have been poked and prodded and lost my dignity more times than I care to remember. I will have picked myself up and dusted myself off more times than I thought possible. The simple fact is that while I feel I could continue on this journey till I crossed the finish line triumphantly holding a living breathing baby, my husband does not feel the same way and I can’t really say that I blame him.

So how do I feel about all of this?

TERRIFIED! But what will be will be, I just have to square my shoulders and face whatever is coming my way and pray that I have the courage and the strength to face whatever the outcome may be.