This is all about one woman’s journey through infertility, adoption, seeking enlightenment and peace of mind.
The stats: married at 38, tried sex cause I heard that nasty rumour about getting pregnant that way, but no dice. After a year, jumped into the medical breach with lots of hope and excitement. 3 IUI’s, 2 laps, 4 IVFS, 2 fresh, 2 frozen, lots of eggs but no implantation in rocky fibroidy soil. Surgery on fibroids could have resulted in me not having a uterus, so not being urged in that direction, I elected to keep trying. Yes, I did acupuncture, chinese herbal medicine, LOTS of daimoku, naturopathic diets – even RELAXING. No two lines for me.
Enter massive weight gain, depression, loss of faith and a yearning that I didn’t even know was possible. Yeah, that includes moving on to adoption. Another option I thought was going to work out quickly. Haha. Enter the first sentence of this paragraph. And just when I thought the end of the road was near…. well, we’ll see…..
We arrived home with our adopted son right before my self imposed deadline for waiting. Can’t say I really enjoyed the whole adoption process but it did give me what I want – a child to parent. Now the journey is about healing, learning to be a mother and navigate open adoption. And just for the record, I’m happy.