I’ve been reflecting on the metamorphosis that I’ve under gone through my infertility journey over the past few years, when I look back now at the 7+ years I can see how much I’ve changed, how much infertility has changed me and I’m proud to be the person I am today.

There have been a few defining experiences of my life, infertility is one of them, survivingand thriving after the collapse of my abusive first marriage is just one of the others. We all have defining experiences in our lives, whether is be getting divorced, loosing a child, loosing a parent, being diagnosed witha dread disease or battling infertility,  we all have had experiences that have changed the very essence of who we are. If we didn’t what a waste our lives would be, to go through life with the spirit and mentality of a caterpillar never to morph and grow into a beautiful butterfly.

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In the beginning, after I suffered my first miscarriage I bristled and pricked at the injustice of it. I could not believe or understand that life could be that unfair, that cruel, I was shocked by my misfortune and felt very sorry for myself. I hurt and everything hurt me, I was rubbed raw by my experience, I thought I’d never recover from it, I thought I’d never be able to stop crying from it. Every pregnancy announcement crushed me,  every conversation about friends and families pregnancies hurt me, brought tears to my eyes, a pain in my heart and yearning in my spirit.




butterflypupaeSomewhere in the midst of that pain & yearning, I went to ground, into hibernation, tried to run away from it all, tried to get away from the hurt. We moved to Mozambique and I took a sabbatical for 18 months. I tried to avoid the things that hurt me, I was bitter and twisted about the hand I’d been dealt, I tried to makes sense of the unfairness of it all. I fought against the hand I’d been dealt with every fiber in my being. I rebelled, I stamped my foot and shook my fist in anger at my infertility. I was overwhelmed by bouts of incredible sadness, I spent days crying and lamenting why me.  I had “vent” sessions whenever I heard about somebody elses pregnancy’s, it was hard for me to be joyful for anyone eleses good fortune, I was so overwhelmed by my fertility misfortune.  We moved back to SouthAfrica, we dabbled with a bit of light weight, entry level fertility treatment, it all failed. I fell pregnant again, I lost the baby, the one baby I was convinced I’d keep because it had stuck the longest, I was crushed.




My real struggle began after my 6thmiscarriage. I grappled with issues of being unworthy, unloved, not good enough for the blessing which God seemed to so willingly bestowe on so many others. I became obsessed with treatment, doing 3 IUI’s and 3 IVF’s in the space of 8 months, I pushed my husband to the brink, I pushed the boundaries of our marriage. I didn’t care about anything except the pain I was in and about finding a solution to that pain, I believed having a real life baby was  the answer, I believed it would end my pain, I believed it would change my life, give me the life I felt I wanted, thought I deserved.




 Somewhere in the last year and half, I realized I’ve undergone a complete metamorphosis. Somewhere in the last year and a half I learned to surrender to the things I couldn’t control or understand. To just let them be, to roll withthe punches and as graciously as possible absorb what life throws as me. Somewhere during the last year and a half my infertility has become a far less heavy burden to bare. Sure, I grapple with issues like whether or not to continue, I grapple with the odds of another failed IVF, I have a deep sense of loss for the embryo’s that didn’t make it. But I’m no longer overwhelmed by infertility, I’m no longer defined by it. I’m able to love deeply, I have a deep sense of compassion for the women I see walking this path, for the women I see battling the same issue’s I’ve battled. I have a sense of love & camaraderie for these women because I understand them, because I’ve been through it but I’ve come out of the dark tunnel and into the light, because I’ve morphed into a beautiful butterfly who loves babies, other people’s babies, who loves to touch the taught tightness of a pregnant belly, who attends and hosts baby showers and is able to experience the joy and wonder of these occasions. Yes, there is still that deep seated yearning for it to be me, but I’m no longer overwhelmed by the ugly emotions, by the bitterness of loss, by the questions of why me, by a sense of entitlement. And in becoming this beautiful creature, I’m able to recognize my blessings – and there are many – I can see that God has granted me the  path less travelled, but I can also see that this is what makes me unique, its what makes me special.

It’s with this wealth of experience that I go forward still believing that God has a plan for me, still believing that my experience, my journey is going to be so much more than just my journey. I’m constantly on the look out because I believe God has placed me on this path for a purpose and its not just for my own growth. I don’t know the how’s the why’s or the what’s but I’m waiting on Him to reveal His divine plan for me.

Does this make me perfect? No! Does it mean I don’t have issues I still need to deal with? No. Does it mean that I have a sense of superiority? No. But I would love to use my experience, my knowledge gained through this journey to help other women, to love them and support them through their own painful metamorphosis. My blog (and all of you who read it)  is the start of a new journey for me, where it will lead I don’t know but time will tell…..

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  • Reply Lea White

    My mom recently sent me a little piece that got me thinking that we don’t always get to see the whole picture until the time is right. I love this little piece because it explains it so nicely and I never thought about it like this:

    Sometimes we wonder, “What did I do to deserve this?” or “Why did God have to do this to me?” Here is a wonderful explanation! A daughter is telling her Mother how everything is going wrong, she’s failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving away.

    Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if she would like a snack, and the daughter says, “Absolutely Mom, I love your cake.”

    “Here, have some cooking oil,” her Mother offers. “Yuck” says her daughter.

    “How about a couple raw eggs?” “Gross, Mom!”

    “Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?” “Mom, those are all yucky!”

    To which the mother replies: “Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves. But when they are put together in the right way, they make a wonderfully delicious cake!

    God works the same way. Many times we wonder why He would let us go through such bad and difficult times. But God knows that when He puts these things all in His order, they always work for good! We just have to trust Him and, eventually, they will all make something wonderful!

    God is crazy about you. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning.

    Whenever you want to talk, He’ll listen. He can live anywhere in the universe, and He chose your heart.

    Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.

    Anyway, I think we always grow no matter what life throws at us, in the moment it feels like time stands still sometimes, but when you look back then you can actually see the progress you have made. What a beautiful piece you have written. You are a beautiful butterfly ready to spread your wings at the next adventure that lies ahead, whatever that may be. You are one of the strongest people I know and I’m so glad I got to meet you!

    July 26, 2009 at 11:33 am
  • Reply Kristin

    What an incredible post. It says a lot about you as a person that you have overcome all of this and continue to grow and thrive.

    July 26, 2009 at 4:08 pm
  • Reply ^WiseGuy^

    Sharon…your journey has been more troughs than crests, and still you have managed to hold on to your sanity and grow wings. I want you to never give up on yourself.

    Be good.

    July 26, 2009 at 5:01 pm
  • Reply babysmiling

    Returning your ICLW comment…

    That is a beautiful metamorphosis. In 7 years I never got to the point of touching pregnant bellies or throwing baby showers.

    What comes after the butterfly? Something even more wonderful?

    July 26, 2009 at 8:07 pm
  • Reply Jess

    Thanks for stopping my blog! You are a very strong woman and your faith is inspiring. I’m so glad you are still able to enjoy all the beautiful things that go along with pregnancies. I’m going to my friend’s daughter’s birthday party next weekend and my friend’s baby shower the following weekend, and I’m actually really excited despite being IF.


    July 26, 2009 at 9:18 pm
  • Reply monica

    What a grrreat post, Shaz. I don’t think it’s possible to do enough looking back and reflecting at how our life experiences have grown and shaped us. I really loved this post – did I say that already?

    July 27, 2009 at 3:31 am
  • Reply Abbey

    What a great metaphor Shaz. You are so brave to have left the comfort of your cocoon! You are a role model for so many of us who are trying to find the strength to do the same.

    July 27, 2009 at 8:21 am
  • Reply SassyCupcakes

    This is a beautiful post. You are truly rising above it all.

    July 27, 2009 at 11:55 am
  • Reply samcy

    Kudos to you my friend.


    July 27, 2009 at 8:27 pm
  • Reply stacey

    Sharon, THIS post is a great example of why I love you and your blog. You always find the right words to say to make my eyes tear up and my head practically nod off of my shoulders in agreement!

    Beautiful post. You are certainly unique and beautiful, and I know that all you have been through has contributed to the person you are. Thanks for all your support for those of us still struggling to break out of that cocoon.

    July 28, 2009 at 11:21 pm
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