I found out that I was pregnant again on June 18th after 16 months of trying to conceive including 2 surgeries and 8 cycles of fertility treatments (artificial insemination) only to miscarry today. I was so angry, especially at people. It seems at times like these everyone says the wrong thing. I can't understand why people can't just stop at "I'm so sorry ..." There is always a "but ..." at the end. Everyone seems to think it's their job to explain why this happened. Are they really arrogant enough to think they know? Can a human being know the mind of God? Aren't we just guessing when we try to figure out why things happen? And it's worse when other people look at your life from the outside in and decide that THEY know why it happened when you are just sitting there stunned.
I realized something this time that I didn't realize before. When I am feeling this angry, the only thing I can do is isolate myself from the outside world. It's for my protection as well as theirs. I know my skin is thin right now and any wrong move could end a friendship. It's a dangerous time for me to share my heart. The only place and person I can share it with is the Lord. Only He can really understand and love me the way I need to be loved. I can't trust people or myself right now. My radar is skewed. I am only going to hear things through a broken filter. I realize that this time. My grief destroyed three friendships. I will not allow it to destroy more. I know that the friendships were destroyed by more than just my grief, but I understand that my reaction was not in proportion to their words. I was wounded beyond repair and being hurt by those I love was insult to injury. I am trying, oh how I am trying not to hold the words of those I love against them. It is so hard ...
Benjamin named the baby. He was so angry when I told him that this baby died, too. I asked how he felt and he just said he was angry ... "you know, like hitting!" Then he curled his little fist up and shook it in the air. Bless his precious heart. I just want him to be a big brother on earth. He told his Nana that the baby in mommy's tummy died, "but I am still a big brother!" Talk about confusing. I am most broken-hearted for him. He deserves a sibling to grow up with. God knows someday he'll need someone to share the burden of his mom and dad, lol. But more than that, I want him to experience the joys and frustrations of having a sibling. Mine are my best friends. I don't know what I would do without them. I want that for him. But I also understand that if he never has that, then it was not the Lord's plan for him. God knows what Benjamin needs better than I do.
As for friends, well, I don't really have any. I realize that now. No one can be the kind of friend I really need. All disappoint. All wound. All are forgiven. There is nothing I can do to make them change or be what I want or need them to be. I am starting -- yet just starting -- to accept that. It has been hard, but I am trying to see that they love me, as flawed as they are at showing it. Most of my anger is toward my mother-in-law right now. She said something that really wounded me the day I began to miscarry. It's going to take some time to forgive. But again, I am trying.
That's all for now.
June 24, 2008
May 11, 2008
Something I shared at church today
A few weeks ago I wrote out some thoughts about Mother's Day. I sent them to my pastor to read since I shared briefly last Mother's Day. He said he wanted me to share again this year. So this is what I shared this morning ...
On November 29, 2006, I became a mother for the second time to a beautiful baby girl we named Abigail Graceland. She weighed 6 lbs., 14 oz. and looked just like her big brother, Benjamin. Only, Abby died just hours before she was born, during the early stages of labor. So, Mother's Day is a bittersweet day for me. Bitter because I should have a 17 month old little girl by my side today that is not here. Sweet because I have a 4 year old little boy by my side today who is.
Mother's Day is a celebration of motherhood, but for some it is a painful reminder of what they don't have. Whether due to miscarriage, stillbirth, death of a child at any age, or even abortion, many women hurt deeply on Mother's Day over the loss of a child. Some mothers hurt today because their children have chosen a life of drugs or abuse or have simply rejected them. Let's not forget the motherless children, young and old, who hurt because they are missing their mothers today. Some because their mothers have died and others because their mothers are merely absent from their lives. There is one last category of those who hurt on Mother's Day that is often overlooked. Those who long to be mothers but are struggling with infertility or even those who are single and long to be married so they can start a family, but are forced to wait. Needless to say, for many, Mother's Day is a painful time. A lot of these women choose to avoid going to church on Mother's Day for this reason. And the brave who do come often feel isolated and invisible in their pain. It is important that we remember those who are missing their children or mothers today, for whatever reason, and those who long to be mothers but feel like that day will never come. We remember and honor you today.
When my daughter died, the Lord gave me many verses to comfort me. One of them was Psalm 56:8, "You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book." To know that my tears were important to God meant so much. I also remembered that Jesus was a man of sorrows and acquainted with the bitterest grief. He knew my pain and longed to comfort me. But Isaiah 53:3-5 says, "We turned our backs on Him and looked the other way when He went by. He was despised, and we did not care. Yet it was our weaknesses He carried; it was our sorrow that weighed Him down. And we thought His troubles were a punishment from God for his own sins! But He was wounded and crushed for our sins. He was beaten that we might have peace. He was whipped and we were healed."
God lost His own Son. At times that didn't comfort me. I thought, "He is God! He can handle it. I'm human. It's different. He got his Son back in 3 days. I have to wait a lifetime!" It's just not a fair comparison. But a close friend, who also lost a child at birth, made a very good point that proved that God does know the deep pain of losing a child -- every person who rejects Him is lost to Him forever -- a precious child who will be separated from Him for eternity. I will see my daughter again and there will be no more tears and no more pain on that day. Those who reject Him He loses forever.
No matter what your situation, God sees your tears. He knows your heart. He hears your pain. And He longs to comfort you. Lamentations 3:31-33 says, "For the Lord does not abandon anyone forever. Though He brings grief, He also shows compassion according to the greatness of His unfailing love. For he does not enjoy hurting people or causing them sorrow." He loves you and wants to care for you. I pray today that you will give your pain and sorrow over to Him and allow Him to be your strength.
On November 29, 2006, I became a mother for the second time to a beautiful baby girl we named Abigail Graceland. She weighed 6 lbs., 14 oz. and looked just like her big brother, Benjamin. Only, Abby died just hours before she was born, during the early stages of labor. So, Mother's Day is a bittersweet day for me. Bitter because I should have a 17 month old little girl by my side today that is not here. Sweet because I have a 4 year old little boy by my side today who is.
Mother's Day is a celebration of motherhood, but for some it is a painful reminder of what they don't have. Whether due to miscarriage, stillbirth, death of a child at any age, or even abortion, many women hurt deeply on Mother's Day over the loss of a child. Some mothers hurt today because their children have chosen a life of drugs or abuse or have simply rejected them. Let's not forget the motherless children, young and old, who hurt because they are missing their mothers today. Some because their mothers have died and others because their mothers are merely absent from their lives. There is one last category of those who hurt on Mother's Day that is often overlooked. Those who long to be mothers but are struggling with infertility or even those who are single and long to be married so they can start a family, but are forced to wait. Needless to say, for many, Mother's Day is a painful time. A lot of these women choose to avoid going to church on Mother's Day for this reason. And the brave who do come often feel isolated and invisible in their pain. It is important that we remember those who are missing their children or mothers today, for whatever reason, and those who long to be mothers but feel like that day will never come. We remember and honor you today.
When my daughter died, the Lord gave me many verses to comfort me. One of them was Psalm 56:8, "You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book." To know that my tears were important to God meant so much. I also remembered that Jesus was a man of sorrows and acquainted with the bitterest grief. He knew my pain and longed to comfort me. But Isaiah 53:3-5 says, "We turned our backs on Him and looked the other way when He went by. He was despised, and we did not care. Yet it was our weaknesses He carried; it was our sorrow that weighed Him down. And we thought His troubles were a punishment from God for his own sins! But He was wounded and crushed for our sins. He was beaten that we might have peace. He was whipped and we were healed."
God lost His own Son. At times that didn't comfort me. I thought, "He is God! He can handle it. I'm human. It's different. He got his Son back in 3 days. I have to wait a lifetime!" It's just not a fair comparison. But a close friend, who also lost a child at birth, made a very good point that proved that God does know the deep pain of losing a child -- every person who rejects Him is lost to Him forever -- a precious child who will be separated from Him for eternity. I will see my daughter again and there will be no more tears and no more pain on that day. Those who reject Him He loses forever.
No matter what your situation, God sees your tears. He knows your heart. He hears your pain. And He longs to comfort you. Lamentations 3:31-33 says, "For the Lord does not abandon anyone forever. Though He brings grief, He also shows compassion according to the greatness of His unfailing love. For he does not enjoy hurting people or causing them sorrow." He loves you and wants to care for you. I pray today that you will give your pain and sorrow over to Him and allow Him to be your strength.
April 25, 2008
Feeling Left Behind
I don't know why, but this cycle has been so much harder than the rest. I guess it's b/c we are only going to do 2 more IUI's then stop. It feels so final. And I hate that we are going through this at all. I can't imagine why God won't bless us again. I can't imagine not having another living child. I can't really put into words what I'm feeling, but I feel so ... left behind. So many people who started this journey with me have gone on to have their "rainbow" babies and here I am still trying and trying and trying to get pg again. It brings me joy to know they have a little one to fill their arms, but I feel so empty sometimes knowing that I might not have another one. And my little boy is getting so big. I am just feeling sad. Sad at what we lost and sad at what we might not have again. And sad that all of the wonderful friends I've made along this journey no longer have ttc in common with me. They are in baby world now, with the pain and struggle of ttc long behind them. I admit -- I'm jealous. But not in a mean-spirited way. I am truly happy for them! I just wish I had the comradery of bringing my sub-baby into the world and having that joy restored and being able to enjoy my baby with the friends along the way who have had theirs. Longing, wishing, waiting, hoping and praying this part of the journey will end soon ...
April 22, 2008
Stupid Comments, Stupid People (just venting)
Today is CD 1 after 6 failed IUI attempts and 15 months of trying to conceive after my daughter died in November, 2006. It took 6 years to conceive our son after being told we'd never have children. Now we're back in the infertility game and down to two more tries until we can no longer afford to do it.
Anyway, I sent a prayer request to my women's Bible study and posted on my TTC board on BabyCenter that AF arrived this morning and I am so annoyed by stupid comments. Why can't people just say, "I'm sorry!" and shut up? First of all, I asked for prayer and all I got was advice. If I wanted advice, I would have made an "advice request" kwim? One lady wrote back and went on and on about a friend who, back in the 1980's, took one type of injection for a few months then another and then finally got pg and never had a problem again. That's nice, but when I finally got pg on my own, my baby died and now I can't get pg again. Her little story wasn't helpful. All she needed to say was, "I'll praying for you!" That's why they call it a "prayer request!" Duh!
Another woman, on my BabyCenter board, who, by the way, has never lost a child, replied "I'm really sorry you are disappointed but God has a plan. He always does, if only we could have patience." Duh again! Tell me something I don't already know. I am a believer and I know God has a plan, but a simple, "I'm sorry!" would have sufficed. What a dumb thing to say. And, frankly, I think I've had a LOT of patience!! I haven't been real happy with God's "plan" but I haven't lost my faith either. I am trying to be patient and trust Him, but that doesn't mean I'm not allowed to have a bad day. Sheesh!
I'm sorry, but I'm just so annoyed with people right now. I remember how hard it was the first time we went through this. People just don't get it and say stupid things. If they can't say something sympathetic or helpful, they need to learn to just button their lips.
Sorry for the negative rant. Just needed to get it out ...
Anyway, I sent a prayer request to my women's Bible study and posted on my TTC board on BabyCenter that AF arrived this morning and I am so annoyed by stupid comments. Why can't people just say, "I'm sorry!" and shut up? First of all, I asked for prayer and all I got was advice. If I wanted advice, I would have made an "advice request" kwim? One lady wrote back and went on and on about a friend who, back in the 1980's, took one type of injection for a few months then another and then finally got pg and never had a problem again. That's nice, but when I finally got pg on my own, my baby died and now I can't get pg again. Her little story wasn't helpful. All she needed to say was, "I'll praying for you!" That's why they call it a "prayer request!" Duh!
Another woman, on my BabyCenter board, who, by the way, has never lost a child, replied "I'm really sorry you are disappointed but God has a plan. He always does, if only we could have patience." Duh again! Tell me something I don't already know. I am a believer and I know God has a plan, but a simple, "I'm sorry!" would have sufficed. What a dumb thing to say. And, frankly, I think I've had a LOT of patience!! I haven't been real happy with God's "plan" but I haven't lost my faith either. I am trying to be patient and trust Him, but that doesn't mean I'm not allowed to have a bad day. Sheesh!
I'm sorry, but I'm just so annoyed with people right now. I remember how hard it was the first time we went through this. People just don't get it and say stupid things. If they can't say something sympathetic or helpful, they need to learn to just button their lips.
Sorry for the negative rant. Just needed to get it out ...
March 24, 2008
Friendship After Loss
This is going to be a really raw post, so forgive me in advance while I work out these feelings ...
There are many things that are difficult to accept about losing Abby. I think one of the hardest is the loss of friendships. I have lost three of my "closest" friends in one way or another. One simply stopped calling me. She was my best friend from the time I was 4 years old and the only friendship to survive childhood all the way to adulthood. We were in each other's weddings, at each other's children's births (except Abby), walked through the death of her father, mother and a close family "mother" like friend. I even went with her to her divorce hearing. Our last conversation was over the phone the week of Abby's funeral. She was going to bring us dinner that night, but called to say she was sick and didn't want to spread her germs "under the circumstances" and I never heard from her again. That was almost 16 months ago. Since then, she has gotten married and is going to celebrate her 40th birthday this year, probably without me. She has gone on with life without looking back. And for no apparent reason. I don't know why she left at the one time in my life that I needed her most. The only other time I needed her as much was when I broke up with my boyfriend of 7 years in 1994. I don't know if I said or did something to offend her. Or if she was just scared or unsure of what to say or do. Or even if she just couldn't deal with it and then too much time passed and she was afraid I wouldn't forgive her. I don't know!? What I do know is that it hurts.
Another friend tried to be supportive, and in the beginning was. We were both pregnant at the same time and her son was born 2 1/2 months before Abby. We had planned to raise these babies together, just as we had done with our other children. But, in time, she said and did all the wrong things and got angry with me when I expressed those things that were hard for me. It wasn't so much about the things she did wrong as it was her attitude about it. Every time I said what I needed, I was met with a tone of frustration and impatience, like I was asking too much of her. In fact, at one time she said she just couldn't always remember to ask how I was doing anymore. Sometimes she just "forgot." When it became too much for me to overlook her inability to support me in the way I needed, I took a break from the relationship. A few months later I was ready to reconcile, but started hearing rumors about what I had done to her. She was telling anyone and everyone about how I rejected her and how mean I was. I finally received a hurtful letter on my birthday, the first without Abby, confirming the rumors and basically saying "happy birthday, but did you know what an awful friend you are?" The whole letter was about what I had done to her and there was no personal responsibility, care or concern for how I was doing in the midst of my grief. No, "I am so sorry I hurt you, Emily!" Just, "You are a bad person for rejecting me!" Oh and by the way, "I miss your friendship!" After much counseling, praying, and thinking about it, I decided not to invest a lot of emotional energy in working on the relationship, but to focus my energy on what I was already doing: grieving the death of my child and trying to get pregnant again. My counselor agreed, that took energy enough. She said that my grief was like a load of heavy books and that people could either lift off and carry one for me, lightening my load, or add another to the pile, making it heavier. My friend was definately adding more than she was taking and there was no room in my life at that time for friends who couldn't provide the support I needed or added to my grief. So, it was over.
That leads me to the last friend. We had a conflict just a few months after Abby's death over a blog she posted that made me feel that she was comparing our losses and was actually jealous that I held and buried Abby (she lost a baby in 2003 at 12 weeks). She had already hurt me with comparisons and trying to console me using her experience with loss, but I tried hard to overlook it. I know that the pain of her loss was real and deep and I didn't want to minimize her pain, but always comparing and relating her miscarriage experience to losing my daughter at birth was not helping me. It was only making me angry. I couldn't relate to her feelings and more than anything, I just needed her to listen and love me through it. After I blew up at her, she fought with me intensly to justify her loss and minimize mine. I finally ended the conflict and asked her not to write, call or email me again. The truth is we both needed a validation that neither of us could give the other. She later wrote a heartfelt blog about how deeply she regretted her words and wished she could take them back, and how she wished she could just show up at my house and let me know how sorry she was for hurting me. That meant so much to me and after a few weeks of, again, counseling, praying and thinking about it, I made an attempt to mend the friendship. I guess the damage had been done, though, because the friendship has never been the same. She continues to say hurtful things, whether she is aware of it or not. Most recently she made a comment that my period being late could be because of menopause! After I defended myself and gave all the reasons why I disagree (for one, I am only 37), she actually began to argue with me about why I could be wrong! It wasn't exactly a supportive, encouraging comment to give someone who, in light of months of failed fertility treatments and surgery, is facing the possibility that I might not be able to get pregnant again. While I don't think she is trying to hurt me, I do think the relationship is so full of insecurity, fear and distrust that it can't be what it was before and it's not good for me right now. So, I have again decided I need to back away from this friend. At least for now.
My three "best" friends are gone. One by her choice, one by my choice, and one because there is no other choice. None of these friendships are or can be what they once were. I am realizing that. They just are what they are. I can't do justice to what has happened in all of these relationships on a simple blog. Suffice it to say, they have been less than supportive or encouraging. And I desperately need loving, supportive people who will be patient with me while I continue to realize the "new normal" of my life and complete the journey through secondary infertility, with or without success. Working on relationships is too hard while I'm doing daily injections and going though the emotional rollercoaster of trying to conceive again. And, I am still grieving. I only need positive, uplifting people who can and want to continue to help carry this burden for me. People who are willing to carry some of my books without giving me any of theirs!
My sister has always been one of those people, but she moved out of state in January and now I hardly see her, let alone talk to her. My sister-in-law has proven to be one of those people, too, but she lives 45 minutes away; hardly someone I can just go visit on a whim. I have lots of acquaintances, and many who have genuinely expressed deep care and concern for me, but there are very few who "get me" and still want to be a supportive part of my life. Right now, I am feeling alone and abandoned by those who said they loved me and called me "best friend." No one knows how lonely the road of infertility is. I walked it once before and I'm walking it once again. Adding losing a child and losing three friends compounds the grief and pain. I am thankful I have at least two people in my life that love me enough to complete this journey with me and help carry my "books." That should be enough. But part of me just can't let go of those who have let me down. I am not angry. I am just so disappointed. And I can't let it go.
So, tonight I write this just to get it off my chest. Not to be analyzed. Not to be criticized. Just to put it somewhere that it's not weighing so heavy on my heart. Maybe someone will read it. Maybe no one will read it. But now it's out there. And it is what it is. Only God can change it. And maybe, in time, He will help it heal or, instead, teach me to just let it go.
There are many things that are difficult to accept about losing Abby. I think one of the hardest is the loss of friendships. I have lost three of my "closest" friends in one way or another. One simply stopped calling me. She was my best friend from the time I was 4 years old and the only friendship to survive childhood all the way to adulthood. We were in each other's weddings, at each other's children's births (except Abby), walked through the death of her father, mother and a close family "mother" like friend. I even went with her to her divorce hearing. Our last conversation was over the phone the week of Abby's funeral. She was going to bring us dinner that night, but called to say she was sick and didn't want to spread her germs "under the circumstances" and I never heard from her again. That was almost 16 months ago. Since then, she has gotten married and is going to celebrate her 40th birthday this year, probably without me. She has gone on with life without looking back. And for no apparent reason. I don't know why she left at the one time in my life that I needed her most. The only other time I needed her as much was when I broke up with my boyfriend of 7 years in 1994. I don't know if I said or did something to offend her. Or if she was just scared or unsure of what to say or do. Or even if she just couldn't deal with it and then too much time passed and she was afraid I wouldn't forgive her. I don't know!? What I do know is that it hurts.
Another friend tried to be supportive, and in the beginning was. We were both pregnant at the same time and her son was born 2 1/2 months before Abby. We had planned to raise these babies together, just as we had done with our other children. But, in time, she said and did all the wrong things and got angry with me when I expressed those things that were hard for me. It wasn't so much about the things she did wrong as it was her attitude about it. Every time I said what I needed, I was met with a tone of frustration and impatience, like I was asking too much of her. In fact, at one time she said she just couldn't always remember to ask how I was doing anymore. Sometimes she just "forgot." When it became too much for me to overlook her inability to support me in the way I needed, I took a break from the relationship. A few months later I was ready to reconcile, but started hearing rumors about what I had done to her. She was telling anyone and everyone about how I rejected her and how mean I was. I finally received a hurtful letter on my birthday, the first without Abby, confirming the rumors and basically saying "happy birthday, but did you know what an awful friend you are?" The whole letter was about what I had done to her and there was no personal responsibility, care or concern for how I was doing in the midst of my grief. No, "I am so sorry I hurt you, Emily!" Just, "You are a bad person for rejecting me!" Oh and by the way, "I miss your friendship!" After much counseling, praying, and thinking about it, I decided not to invest a lot of emotional energy in working on the relationship, but to focus my energy on what I was already doing: grieving the death of my child and trying to get pregnant again. My counselor agreed, that took energy enough. She said that my grief was like a load of heavy books and that people could either lift off and carry one for me, lightening my load, or add another to the pile, making it heavier. My friend was definately adding more than she was taking and there was no room in my life at that time for friends who couldn't provide the support I needed or added to my grief. So, it was over.
That leads me to the last friend. We had a conflict just a few months after Abby's death over a blog she posted that made me feel that she was comparing our losses and was actually jealous that I held and buried Abby (she lost a baby in 2003 at 12 weeks). She had already hurt me with comparisons and trying to console me using her experience with loss, but I tried hard to overlook it. I know that the pain of her loss was real and deep and I didn't want to minimize her pain, but always comparing and relating her miscarriage experience to losing my daughter at birth was not helping me. It was only making me angry. I couldn't relate to her feelings and more than anything, I just needed her to listen and love me through it. After I blew up at her, she fought with me intensly to justify her loss and minimize mine. I finally ended the conflict and asked her not to write, call or email me again. The truth is we both needed a validation that neither of us could give the other. She later wrote a heartfelt blog about how deeply she regretted her words and wished she could take them back, and how she wished she could just show up at my house and let me know how sorry she was for hurting me. That meant so much to me and after a few weeks of, again, counseling, praying and thinking about it, I made an attempt to mend the friendship. I guess the damage had been done, though, because the friendship has never been the same. She continues to say hurtful things, whether she is aware of it or not. Most recently she made a comment that my period being late could be because of menopause! After I defended myself and gave all the reasons why I disagree (for one, I am only 37), she actually began to argue with me about why I could be wrong! It wasn't exactly a supportive, encouraging comment to give someone who, in light of months of failed fertility treatments and surgery, is facing the possibility that I might not be able to get pregnant again. While I don't think she is trying to hurt me, I do think the relationship is so full of insecurity, fear and distrust that it can't be what it was before and it's not good for me right now. So, I have again decided I need to back away from this friend. At least for now.
My three "best" friends are gone. One by her choice, one by my choice, and one because there is no other choice. None of these friendships are or can be what they once were. I am realizing that. They just are what they are. I can't do justice to what has happened in all of these relationships on a simple blog. Suffice it to say, they have been less than supportive or encouraging. And I desperately need loving, supportive people who will be patient with me while I continue to realize the "new normal" of my life and complete the journey through secondary infertility, with or without success. Working on relationships is too hard while I'm doing daily injections and going though the emotional rollercoaster of trying to conceive again. And, I am still grieving. I only need positive, uplifting people who can and want to continue to help carry this burden for me. People who are willing to carry some of my books without giving me any of theirs!
My sister has always been one of those people, but she moved out of state in January and now I hardly see her, let alone talk to her. My sister-in-law has proven to be one of those people, too, but she lives 45 minutes away; hardly someone I can just go visit on a whim. I have lots of acquaintances, and many who have genuinely expressed deep care and concern for me, but there are very few who "get me" and still want to be a supportive part of my life. Right now, I am feeling alone and abandoned by those who said they loved me and called me "best friend." No one knows how lonely the road of infertility is. I walked it once before and I'm walking it once again. Adding losing a child and losing three friends compounds the grief and pain. I am thankful I have at least two people in my life that love me enough to complete this journey with me and help carry my "books." That should be enough. But part of me just can't let go of those who have let me down. I am not angry. I am just so disappointed. And I can't let it go.
So, tonight I write this just to get it off my chest. Not to be analyzed. Not to be criticized. Just to put it somewhere that it's not weighing so heavy on my heart. Maybe someone will read it. Maybe no one will read it. But now it's out there. And it is what it is. Only God can change it. And maybe, in time, He will help it heal or, instead, teach me to just let it go.
March 18, 2008
Another Friendship is Dying
Not sure where to post this, being that I am in my 2nd year of grief and haven't posted in awhile and it's more related to infertility/ttc than anything. I have lurked occasionally, but just haven't done much posting. I think of many of you often, but being here too much keeps my grief at a level that isn't really good for me. I'm just trying so hard to live in a positive place (out of the pit) as much as possible while still on what has become a long ttc journey. Sometimes being here is just too painful. I hope you all understand!!
Hopefully those of you who have been around awhile will remember my dilemma with my friend last fall. Well, another friendship seems to be dying. I had a similar conflict with this friend around the same time as the conflict with my other friend last spring and I took a "break" from both friendships to sort things out. But this friend actually seemed to really want to make the effort to fix things (and I felt the same), while the other friendship was really unfixable. After a lot of counseling (and sound advice from all of you), I ended the other friendship last fall and it got ugly before it was over. Her heart towards me was revealed and I was thankful to know that I made the right decision. I just regret that she wasn't willing to take responsibility for her part in the relationship and love me at a time that I wasn't able to give back. I have forgiven her, but I don't feel compelled to pursue reconciliation at this time. Anyway ...
This other friend has been really insensitive in the eight or so months since I welcomed her back into my life after our conflict. At first, I tried hard to dismiss the comments, but found that they affected me more than I was willing to admit. Several times I confronted those feelings and asked her to be more sensitive, trying to explain why they made me feel the way I did. At times I felt that maybe I was being overly sensitive, but she considers me her "best friend" so I felt I should be able to share my heart with her. And she expressed wanting to work on the relationship, so it seemed only fair to be honest about how she was making me feel. She had stopped asking how I was doing with ttc and my grief and, whenever I did bring it up, she would change the subject and talk about herself or someone she knew who was pregnant. "Oh, did you know this person is pregnant" or "that person is pregnant?" She had a 12-week miscarriage and it took 6 months for her to get pg again, so I figured she would know to be more sensitive (she was the friend last year who fought with me over whose grief was worse). Her loss was over 4 years ago, so I thought this was a time she should be there for me. I have a history of infertility and have been trying to get pg again for over a year now. She knows that. She walked through it with me then and knows the hurt feelings I had when I didn't know if I'd ever have children. So, I couldn't understand why she couldn't see that her comments were hurtful. But, after letting her know how I felt, I kept trying to make the friendship work.
Things seemed to be getting better lately, but now I realize that it has only been as long things remain mostly superficial between us. As long as we don't talk about Abby, my grief, or my trying to get pg again/infertility, we're fine. Most of the time. Usually I just avoid being alone (or on the phone) with her for any length of time and give her a million excuses as to why we can't get together or talk. But today it just felt right to see her again. I even prayed after thinking about calling her, "Lord, if you want me to see her today, please have HER call ME!" And right after I prayed that, she did! I took it as a sign and went to lunch so we could let our boys play. She surprised me yet again ...
I am on CD 37 and AF hasn't shown yet after having surgery earlier this month to treat my endometriosis, so I'm waiting to ttc again. When I told her, she actually said that it could be MENOPAUSE and that women who take fertility drugs tend to experience "the change" earlier than women who don't (we've been doing infertility treatments for 4 months and took them to conceive our son almost 5 years ago). When, stunned, I said, "Uh, no I'm only 37," she actually started ARGUING with me and telling me about all kinds of people in her family who started menopause when they were in their late 30s/early 40s. I defended myself and said that my mom didn't go through the change until her 50s and that my sister was 42 and had no signs of it yet. I even told her that my grandmother, who lost a baby at term and a 9 year old son, had her rainbow baby when she was 40 ... and she continued arguing with me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She was like, "Well, I don't know if you can depend on that, people in my family didn't follow the same pattern. It's not always genetic." I was furious, but I kept my cool. Telling me and arguing that this could be "the change" is certainly not something an encouraging friend would say right now! I finally just said that I didn't think that was the problem, that I was sure that Sarah (from the Bible) had already gone through menopause when she got pg with Isaac, and that I wasn't worried about it. "God is in control! I'm not worried!!!!" I hope she got the hint. But I was really shocked at what she said. And it hurt me that she didn't even think about it being insensitive.
Anyway, I have really wrestled with whether or not to continue this friendship over the last 15 1/2 months. It has been a very difficult relationship since our conflict last May, but I really wanted to try to make it work. But I can't help but feeling like she is either completely and totally STUPID and has no idea of how insensitive she is ... OR she is actually TRYING to hurt me!!! I mean, you don't say something like that to someone whose baby died and is experiencing secondary infertility on top of it! Is it just me, or is that common sense? I was just livid over it today. I've calmed down tonight, although writing about it is bringing the anger back to the surface a little bit (in case you didn't notice, lol). I just want to know, am I overreacting? Should I continue a friendship with someone I've confronted over and over and still doesn't seem to care about my feelings? I feel like it's draining all my energy to have her in my life or to even spend time thinking about this when I'm trying to stay positive. Kind of how I felt about my other friend. I am still going through so much, trying to get pg and not succeeding has only added to and prolonged my grief. Can't she see that? Part of me says to continue doing what I have been doing and just blow off her invitations and phone calls. The other part wants to tell her how I feel and hope that she's not like the other friend and will actually put my feelings first. Anyway, I know this has been long (like my posts usually are, lol), but thank you if you've gotten this far. I really hope you can help me know what to do about this friendship.
Hopefully those of you who have been around awhile will remember my dilemma with my friend last fall. Well, another friendship seems to be dying. I had a similar conflict with this friend around the same time as the conflict with my other friend last spring and I took a "break" from both friendships to sort things out. But this friend actually seemed to really want to make the effort to fix things (and I felt the same), while the other friendship was really unfixable. After a lot of counseling (and sound advice from all of you), I ended the other friendship last fall and it got ugly before it was over. Her heart towards me was revealed and I was thankful to know that I made the right decision. I just regret that she wasn't willing to take responsibility for her part in the relationship and love me at a time that I wasn't able to give back. I have forgiven her, but I don't feel compelled to pursue reconciliation at this time. Anyway ...
This other friend has been really insensitive in the eight or so months since I welcomed her back into my life after our conflict. At first, I tried hard to dismiss the comments, but found that they affected me more than I was willing to admit. Several times I confronted those feelings and asked her to be more sensitive, trying to explain why they made me feel the way I did. At times I felt that maybe I was being overly sensitive, but she considers me her "best friend" so I felt I should be able to share my heart with her. And she expressed wanting to work on the relationship, so it seemed only fair to be honest about how she was making me feel. She had stopped asking how I was doing with ttc and my grief and, whenever I did bring it up, she would change the subject and talk about herself or someone she knew who was pregnant. "Oh, did you know this person is pregnant" or "that person is pregnant?" She had a 12-week miscarriage and it took 6 months for her to get pg again, so I figured she would know to be more sensitive (she was the friend last year who fought with me over whose grief was worse). Her loss was over 4 years ago, so I thought this was a time she should be there for me. I have a history of infertility and have been trying to get pg again for over a year now. She knows that. She walked through it with me then and knows the hurt feelings I had when I didn't know if I'd ever have children. So, I couldn't understand why she couldn't see that her comments were hurtful. But, after letting her know how I felt, I kept trying to make the friendship work.
Things seemed to be getting better lately, but now I realize that it has only been as long things remain mostly superficial between us. As long as we don't talk about Abby, my grief, or my trying to get pg again/infertility, we're fine. Most of the time. Usually I just avoid being alone (or on the phone) with her for any length of time and give her a million excuses as to why we can't get together or talk. But today it just felt right to see her again. I even prayed after thinking about calling her, "Lord, if you want me to see her today, please have HER call ME!" And right after I prayed that, she did! I took it as a sign and went to lunch so we could let our boys play. She surprised me yet again ...
I am on CD 37 and AF hasn't shown yet after having surgery earlier this month to treat my endometriosis, so I'm waiting to ttc again. When I told her, she actually said that it could be MENOPAUSE and that women who take fertility drugs tend to experience "the change" earlier than women who don't (we've been doing infertility treatments for 4 months and took them to conceive our son almost 5 years ago). When, stunned, I said, "Uh, no I'm only 37," she actually started ARGUING with me and telling me about all kinds of people in her family who started menopause when they were in their late 30s/early 40s. I defended myself and said that my mom didn't go through the change until her 50s and that my sister was 42 and had no signs of it yet. I even told her that my grandmother, who lost a baby at term and a 9 year old son, had her rainbow baby when she was 40 ... and she continued arguing with me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She was like, "Well, I don't know if you can depend on that, people in my family didn't follow the same pattern. It's not always genetic." I was furious, but I kept my cool. Telling me and arguing that this could be "the change" is certainly not something an encouraging friend would say right now! I finally just said that I didn't think that was the problem, that I was sure that Sarah (from the Bible) had already gone through menopause when she got pg with Isaac, and that I wasn't worried about it. "God is in control! I'm not worried!!!!" I hope she got the hint. But I was really shocked at what she said. And it hurt me that she didn't even think about it being insensitive.
Anyway, I have really wrestled with whether or not to continue this friendship over the last 15 1/2 months. It has been a very difficult relationship since our conflict last May, but I really wanted to try to make it work. But I can't help but feeling like she is either completely and totally STUPID and has no idea of how insensitive she is ... OR she is actually TRYING to hurt me!!! I mean, you don't say something like that to someone whose baby died and is experiencing secondary infertility on top of it! Is it just me, or is that common sense? I was just livid over it today. I've calmed down tonight, although writing about it is bringing the anger back to the surface a little bit (in case you didn't notice, lol). I just want to know, am I overreacting? Should I continue a friendship with someone I've confronted over and over and still doesn't seem to care about my feelings? I feel like it's draining all my energy to have her in my life or to even spend time thinking about this when I'm trying to stay positive. Kind of how I felt about my other friend. I am still going through so much, trying to get pg and not succeeding has only added to and prolonged my grief. Can't she see that? Part of me says to continue doing what I have been doing and just blow off her invitations and phone calls. The other part wants to tell her how I feel and hope that she's not like the other friend and will actually put my feelings first. Anyway, I know this has been long (like my posts usually are, lol), but thank you if you've gotten this far. I really hope you can help me know what to do about this friendship.
February 13, 2008
The Rollercoaster
My favorite movie of all time is "Parenthood" with Steve Martin. I absolutely love every second of that movie and could watch it over and over again. But I remember one part in particular that strikes me every time I watch it. It's probably the reason I love the movie. There is a scene where Martin and his wife are arguing about their chaotic, out-of-control, "messed up" life in front of his wife's grandmother right before their son's play. The grandmother interrupts the argument to tell this story about the rollercoaster. She says, "I love the rollercoaster. It goes up and down and up and down. It's so exhilarating!" He rolls his eyes and says, "Gee, thanks Grandma!" and stomps off like a 3-year old boy. Next thing you know, he is in the audience during his 8 year old son's play and everything goes awry. His own 3-year old sneaks up onto the stage and ruins the play, the set comes crashing down, kids are screaming and running everywhere and the audience is laughing hysterically. As we are watching this scene, the ticking of a rollercoaster going up the incline to the big hill plays in the background and the camera zooms in on Martin, making it look like he is on the ride. His teeth are clenched and he is whiteknuckled to his chair through the hysteria with his eyes tightly shut, hoping it would soon be over. His wife, on the other hand, is laughing out loud and thoroughly enjoying the thrill of the chaos surrounding them. Finally, he loosens his grip as we hear the rush of the rollercoaster flying down the big hill and people screaming with delight and, finally, a smile breaks on his face and he starts enjoying "the ride." Could it be that I am finally enjoying the ride? Or is it that God has finally letting me feel the strength He has been meticulously building in me over these last grueling almost 15 months? Whatever it is, I sit here today facing surgery and the uncertainty of whether or not I will ever conceive another child of my own, yet I am full of joy, expectation and peace. I am exhilarated at the possibilities of the future and enjoying the present. And I'm refusing to live in the pit. Is this what Paul meant when he said, "I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances?" It is definately something that is learned and does not come naturally. Anyway, nothing is certain right now except that God is still on His throne and He holds the future in His hands. So, for now, I am riding the rollercoaster and supernaturally trusting Him for a safe landing ...
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart." ~ Jeremiah 29:11-13
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart." ~ Jeremiah 29:11-13
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