June 06, 2012
RIP PFC MILLER
It's been a long time since I've attended a soldier's memorial service. Germany, if my memory serves. A long time.
Today, a local soldier, PFC Cale Miller, was laid to rest at the on-post cemetery. The entire post kinda stopped its hustle and bustle, and hundreds of people holding American flags lined the route the motorcade would take to the cemetery.
BabyGrok was in a horrible mood before we even left for the procession, and I considered just skipping it and letting her nap, but it was too important to skip. She did decently while we were there, despite delays in the timeline. She liked the motorcycles and lights, but she didn't understand why I was making her be quiet, nor did she understand why she couldn't run out into the street. I don't think she had any idea why I kept telling her she was doing something special, and she really didn't like that I kept telling her to stop dragging her little flag on the ground.
And she thought the most important part of the day was that I let her eat a piece of pizza.
It's absurd to take a 2 year old to a funeral. But we do it because it is important. We do it because PFC Miller deserves it.
And we do it because I need to do it. It's been too long since I've felt the sting of war, and my complacency is too comfortable.
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Good to see you post again and good for you to go to the soldier's memorial service.
Thanks
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May 14, 2012
YOU'LL HAVE TO KILL US ALL
So it is necessary for more of us to do what Ayaan Hirsi Ali recommends: share the risk. So that the next time a novel or a cartoon provokes a fatwa, it will be republished worldwide and send the Islamic enforcers a message: Killing one of us won’t do it. You’d better have a great credit line at the Bank of Jihad because you’ll have to kill us all.
I love Mark Steyn.
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May 06, 2012
FOUR MONTHS IN A ROW
You know, it never gets any less baffling. Whether it's
May 2007 or May 2012, it still baffles me when I time everything absolutely right and yet we still don't end up pregnant. Again. Four months in a row. It still surprises me. It still messes with my head. It still takes me all seven days before I actually admit that last month was a bust and we have to start over. Again.
And I still hate my high school health teacher and everyone else who ever warned me I might accidentally get pregnant.
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Oh man, I remember that. It took us almost a year of trying and being so sure we were dead on with dates and such before we got pregnant with the first baby and then another seven months after the second baby to get pregnant with Rusty. It boggled my mind.
Sorry you have had four months in a row. It sucks.
Posted by: Stacy at May 06, 2012 10:50 PM (BfIGa)
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I found a computer that lets me comment again, and caught up on the posts I've missed.
"I still hate . . . everyone else who ever warned me I might accidentally get pregnant." I grok that. I hate that you have to walk in this. I'm sorry.
Posted by: Lucy at May 06, 2012 11:04 PM (HNeJi)
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When I was trying to get pregnant, I used to fantasize about being someone who shouldn't get pregnant (i.e. crack whore, teenager, all-around jerk) because they certainly seem to get pregnant at the drop of a hat.
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March 19, 2012
"INVIDIOUS ATMOSPHERE OF LIBERALISM"
It's been a long time since anything political has moved me enough to log in here and post it. But this did it, this made me do the intellectual equivalent of a fist pump:
A Burke For Our Times. It reminds me of a more erudite phrasing of my
granting the premise blog post. Favorite bit:
Because what Burke forces us to do, if we really take him seriously, is to stand outside the invidious atmosphere of liberalism which permeates and stifles every last recess of modern society, to recognize it — for perhaps the first time in our lives — as only one form of political order, and that not the most just or appealing, and thus to rob it of any claim to self-evident truthfulness. For at the level of practical politics, liberalism is just a certain kind of language, with its own connotative atmosphere — an atmosphere in which appeals to rights cow everyone into a cessation of debate, where appeals to freedom are generally hysterical and unqualified, where doubts about the virtue of "the people†are always akin to wickedness. To stand outside that atmosphere for the first time is to realize that there is nothing obvious about these assumptions, that, to the contrary, there is great reason to question the rightness of the whole world view implicit in this language. And the moment we entertain such doubts, liberal dogma loses the greater part of its persuasive force, because liberalism has always presented itself as a universal creed, as the commonsensical conclusions which all honest persons will arrive at in time, divested of the superstitions and prejudices of their own local traditions.
Thanks to my imaginary friend Queenie for finding it.
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February 10, 2012
LIVID AT LUCK
CaliValleyGirl sent me a link to a
blog post...man, it could've been written by me:
This month makes it one year. One year of letting it happen. One year of disappointment. One year of trying not to hate all the pregnant girls that are around me. One year of the most intense pain and frustration and sadness that my poor sheltered life has encountered. One year of crying myself to sleep and stressing out Jeremy and basically feeling like an ungrateful selfish obsessive overanalyst. Because that is what I feel like. I have a beautiful home, a wonderful husband, a pretty outstandingly awesome son and all I think about is what I don’t have.
My husband and I were just talking about this two nights ago. He has a good, secure job. We have far more money than we need. We have a wonderful relationship. We have a beautiful daughter who sleeps through the night and naps like a dream and talks way ahead of her age. And yet we're so gosh-darned morose most of the time. It's sick.
And to know that, adding one more kid to our family will not automatically solve everything. In fact, it will add quite a bit of work in the short term! Sleepless nights, and stress, and double the amount of crying that goes on in this living room already.
This month makes it one year for me too: I got pregnant with #5 when BabyGrok turned 1, and she turns 2 when March begins. I have been fake-pregnant almost continuously since last June (five months to get past #6, and then got pregnant with #7 two weeks later...whose presence is still hanging around...) It's unreal that so much time has passed. And it's a joke that I thought I might get pregnant "too fast" and have kids that are "too close together." I wish...
I don't know how to let go of wanting what I want, especially when I know it is possible. I know I can conceive a healthy child, which makes quitting seem silly. But if I get over #7 and move on to a failed #8 in two weeks, I will be livid.
I have been livid at my luck for five years now. I really want to learn how to let that feeling go...
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I know this is personal and complicated, but is IVF with pre-implantation genetic diagnosis an option for you? I imagine its expensive (very?), but even beyond that I wasn't sure whether it would be helpful in your case.
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It is possible...but in my case, it's death by anecdote: the only person I know who did PGD is Julia from Here Be Hippogriffs blog, and she had to do it THREE TIMES before it worked. I know my resolve couldn't survive an IVF failure...and so I hesitate to consider it.
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February 09, 2012
NEMO
BabyGrok has had a cold, so yesterday we sat down to watch a bit of Finding Nemo. I decided to skip the beginning scene where all the babies get eaten, so I scene selected forward one. We started with Marlin discovering the one lone baby egg and picking it up, vowing to never let anything happen to little Nemo.
Oh heavens. I just grokked Finding Nemo.
I do worry about this sometimes, how utterly irreplaceable BabyGrok is. All children are irreplaceable, but it seems to me it's even scarier when you can't just go upstairs and make another one.
I held my baby while Marlin held his and got a little choked up...
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Yep. Exactly. I will not even talk about where my mind goes when I imagine something happening to Noah...
Posted by: Beth at February 09, 2012 04:40 PM (s/jIo)
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Oh wow. Yes totally. I thought about this too, as I wondered if a second baby would be in the cards for us. Even now that we have two I then also worry about what if something happens to one of them and then the other is alone. You are so right though, BabyGrok is totally irreplaceable...she is precious and such a gift. I am hoping that she soon has another beside her to hold her hand AND yours. Hugs!
Posted by: Stacy at February 09, 2012 07:11 PM (nLb6F)
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With the second you worry more about SIDS because you know how much you can actually love this little person. You also know if something were to happen to either one of them you can't just crawl into a hold and die yourself; you have to carry on with the notion that your child now understands death. You feel guilty wondering if you have spent as much time with both and that you talk equally as sweet to the one who is driving you insane as the one is who being the angel. I think I am more scared of something happening now that we have 2. I do understand what you are saying though.
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February 04, 2012
ARE WE DONE YET?
I have been bleeding for five weeks now. I am sick of it.
I seem to be getting
worse at miscarrying.
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Oh my, seriously??? I thought you were back to normal. Have they checked for an infection? This happened to me with all three of mine and with all three I ended up having infections and had to be put on strong antibiotics. By the third one we were expecting it so I didn't go on quite as long as with the other two. Ugh...so sorry. This needs to end SOON.
Posted by: Stacy at February 06, 2012 06:19 PM (nLb6F)
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I'm glad your are having blood work for more than one reason. I never had a miscarriage but I had to have a hysterectomy at age 30 because I could not stop bleeding and became seriously impaired with anemia.
I had spinal surgery on Feb 2. I am at my son's ranch, we got internet service here yesterday but I am not supposed to sit up as much as I have been. The brace is like a torture rack.
I hope you find some hope from you new workup.
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February 01, 2012
ONLY CHILD
"So, is she your only child?"
It's a perfectly normal question. I myself ask it frequently of other moms, just to get a feel for their situation. No one means anything by it.
But I hate that question so very much.
We started a new playgroup with 12 other families. I got asked that question 12 times. I wanted to cry by the end. And another family was so happy because they had just had a new baby boy the week before...
...and he was named the boy name we have chosen.
Again, not fun to suffer through with a smile.
I am finally un-pregnant and so tomorrow I start doing the next round of bloodwork to look for additional problems. I have no idea how long it will take to get the results.
This weekend will mark five years since we started trying to build our family. I cannot wrap my brain around that at all.
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That can't have been an easy gauntlet to run.
I hope the bloodwork results return quickly and with solid, usable information. You'll be in my thoughts.
Posted by: To the Nth at February 02, 2012 09:02 AM (z4WHR)
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So we have been meeting a plethora of new church and overseas friends to the tune of 'married 11 years and no kids?' 'what do you mean you can't HAVE kids? Adoption? [is easy??] and my second favorite right now: we are sorry to tell you that Clomid and all fertility type treatments in Germany will be off post, and completely at your expense. /sigh. I'm very glad we have a small something to commiserate over.
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January 05, 2012
SAVING THE TAXPAYERS' MONEY
I had a D&C today. I took the meds last week and they didn't work.
Back in 2008, when I had my second miscarriage, the doctor I saw at the military hospital counseled me on my options. He told me that I could have another D&C but that it would "cost the taxpayers a lot of money," so might I consider taking the meds instead.
But death panels will never happen, right? Heh.
Truthfully, his comment didn't really bother me that much because, heck, I'm the queen of trying to save the taxpayers money. I have
bought my own prenantal vitamins for the past five years. I diligently washed every piece of plastic and metal in Germany not because I care at all about recycling but because I learned that the US government pays the country of Germany by the pound to dispose of our refuse.
And I have taken cytotec in my own home for every miscarriage since the first one, to try to save the taxpayers money.
Which is funny because, the more I think about it now, I don't really think I was saving any money at our last installation. Follow me here on this one: the doctors on post are military personnel, which means they draw a base pay. They don't get paid per procedure. The doc himself doesn't get paid more to do a D&C instead of me taking the meds; the only thing that gets taken up is time. Time is the money in the military health care system. If I have a D&C, I take up a surgery time slot for that day. Maybe the doc would do a different surgery. Maybe he would do something else during that time instead if there was nothing scheduled that day. But he would still be there at work and he would still just draw his base pay like every other soldier. Yes, there's money being spent for the upkeep of the hospital and the anesthesia has to be paid for and so on, and I don't doubt that a D&C is just empirically more expensive than ten little pills in the comfort of your own home (i.e. lying on your back on the bathroom tile), but in some sense, it was no skin off the Army hospital's neck if I had to have a D&C. In fact, the place was straight-up dead over the summer when I had my second one; they said doctors PCS at that time and there's nothing elective scheduled for those months, so I was the only person in there.
Anyway, I am rambling.
But now that we live elsewhere, we go to a civilian doctor. That means the taxpayers actually do have to pay the going rate to a doctor for whatever medical choices I make.
And I do think about it. A lot.
My husband couldn't believe that a major reason I was balking on the D&C was because of money. Not my money; we won't have to pay for it. But somebody has to. And if I can save us all some collective dollars by writhing at home instead of being sterile and warm in a hospital, then I have tried to do my part for the economy.
But it doesn't seem to be working anymore.
The last time, two rounds of the meds didn't work. This time one round did nothing at all. My doc confirmed that there were no signs whatsoever that I looked like I was close to miscarrying. Lump baby was hanging on as tight as JaMarcus.
So I think I'm going to start having to waste more of your and my precious tax dollars in the future and skip right to the D&Cs.
I tried. But we're gonna have to fix the economy starting somewhere other than my uterus, I guess.
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If anyone deserves to spend the taxpayers money in order to not be writhing on the bathroom floor it is military personnel and their families!! My heart is going out to you right now after having taken cyotec. Love and prayers to you!
Posted by: Tracey at January 05, 2012 08:57 PM (wKx+4)
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I was told by my doctor to stop trying to save money for medicare. She patiently explained that even though it shows the cost of the visit as $$$ they take a discount and get only what the gov't allows anyway, which may only be $$, (or less) so stop worrying about taxpayer money! Now I'm telling you that. Stop worrying about our money, apparently it all belongs to the gov't anyway! And your health is important. Your job is to raise the child you have, in the healthiest way you can. Congressmen spent billions without blinking, you can consider this just part of your husband's pay and benefits.
Posted by: Ruth H at January 07, 2012 05:11 PM (JCV5R)
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Wow. This post was so informative to me. I had no idea that this all took place. Let me say this...if I was actually living in the States and paying taxes to them-I file but don't end up paying because it all comes out in the wash-I would GLADLY pay more so you wouldn't have to lie on your bathroom floor writhing in pain. I think most of us would. As strange as it sounds to say it, you completely deserve to have the D & C. If there is ANYONE that deserves it, it would be you my friend.
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I think there are a lot of people here who would pool together to pay any hospital bill we could to save you any more pain and discomfort in this shitty, unfair, awful situation. I know I would. You DESERVE to be treated in a safe, sterile, comfortable place. I can't stand the thought of you having to endure all this laying on your bathroom tile.
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December 30, 2011
"HAVE FUN TRYING"
I can't believe I forgot one of my least favorite things people have said over the years...
7) "Well, at least you get to have fun trying!"
Trying to have a baby sucks.
If you have never had to "try" before, you have no idea. And since I'm now way beyond keeping any secrets from the public...I will try to illustrate how "trying to conceive" is very very very different from "making love."
I remember a fight way back in 2007, it was babymaking day and I convinced myself that we ought to try to put some spice back in our life. We had been methodically trying to have a baby for months, and on a whim I decided to be adventuresome and suggested that we do it on the stairs. And my husband vetoed me with a bored voice and wanted to just do it in the bed and get it over with. Then I got all butthurt that I was trying so hard to be sexy and spontaneous and he didn't appreciate it at all. We had a big fight...but then we had to have the sex anyway because it was babymaking day. I vividly remember glaring at him and saying "Just because I'm doing this doesn't mean I actually LIKE you right now."
"Trying" means doing it on a schedule, whether you like it or not. Whether you're sick, whether you just worked a 14 hour day, whether the toddler has been naughty, no matter. You're doing it.
And that schedule weighs on you. THE DAY gets all built up and awkward and burdensome. Here's an example that I emailed to a friend recently after she told me to "have fun trying":
Today is day 14 of my cycle. For me, it seems the best chance of getting pregnant is after day 16. For a man, the best sperm output is after 48 hours of abstinence (so, ahem, wait 2 days, then that's the good stuff.) But yesterday my husband got home from TDY. I missed him. My body is getting hormonally ready for ovulation. I wanted us to be together...but that screws up the rotation. For our best chances to work, being together on Friday and Sunday is ideal, not Thursday. So...you have to avoid being intimate on the day when you really want to be and hope that the feeling is just as strong the next night. Many times this has backfired, where the pressure of "it has to be Friday!!!" ruins the mood: someone is grouchy, someone says something hurtful right as you're going up to bed, whatever.
Or the reverse is true: you decide to go ahead and do it Thursday because you're lovey-dovey and just hope for the best, which wrecks the best odds...and then if you don't get pregnant that month, you blame Thursday for it and vow to never stray from the cycle again. Which means you resent yourself and your husband for giving in to temptation when you knew better and knew you should wait til Friday. Even if there is no empirical evidence that you would've gotten pregnant if you'd just waited til Friday...your brain messes with you.
So that's what I meant by "trying." Once you know all this info -- which day you ovulate, what your cervical mucus is supposed to look like, the 48 hrs of abstinence, the possible effects of orgasm on likelihood of conception -- once you know all this, it's so hard to un-know it and just relax. You scientifically second guess every decision. Which makes the whole process a science experiment instead of being nice and magical.
Not to belabor the point, but I thought I'd add one more anecdote from the same month.
So we knew for two weeks that Sunday night was the best night, because you just know these things when you're in tune with the whole process. Every time you get a period, you know which day that month will give you the best chance of getting pregnant. You can't un-know it. Anyway, I was right and the ovulation predictor pinged in the afternoon. And then in the evening, I got diarrhea. Fun. So my stomach was hurting and having sex was not really high on my list, but we trudged up to bed. Also I was freezing cold, so we lay in bed a bit to warm up. And we started an argument. One of those dumb ones where I was asking about X but he was telling me about Y and I didn't care because I was asking about X and he thought X was irrelevant and Y was what I needed to know. Stupid, but it sure killed the mood when we ended up irritated at each other. So with the mood killed anyway, I asked him to get me some socks because my feet were freezing. I asked for my hospital socks -- between D&Cs and BabyGrok's delivery, I have about five pairs of the free fuzzy socks with grips on the bottom that the Army hospital has given me. He had no idea what I was talking about and brought some other socks. So then I was doubly irritated thinking "How do I know every single piece of clothing you own and when you got it and whether it fits or not, and you know NOTHING about me..." Romance was about the furthest thing from my mind at this point.
And then we had to have sex anyway because it was day 16.
And that's why "trying" to have a baby sucks.
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Can I offer some snark?
"Oh, just relax and enjoy yourself." Yeah, because genetic mutations often respond to one's level of relaxation. Or in my case with the blocked fallopian tube, I am sure that if I were just more relaxed that little egg could fight its way through the blockage. That totally happens.
"Have fun trying." Always fun to have sex on a schedule when even if you get pregnant there's a better than decent chance you won't stay that way. Good times.
On the bright side, once everyone knows your reproductive business you can use the timed intercourse excuse for all sorts of things. Party going too late and you'd rather be home watching something on Netflix? "Hey, listen we'd love to stay, but I just went to the bathroom and my mucus is totally egg white, so we gotta run." Handy, huh?
Posted by: Christa at December 30, 2011 02:12 PM (JnJR0)
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Ha. "Trying" has had its funny moments...like the time we stupidly decided to watch Brokeback Mountain on babymaking night. We climbed into bed and just kinda sat there petrified. "Are you trying way too hard not to think about Heath Ledger?" we both laughed. Awkward!
It was funny there for a while in 2007, when everyone knew we were trying but before it got waaay awful, AWTM would call me like every 28 days just to "see what was going on." "The pregnancy test was negative," I'd always have to say right at the beginning of the conversation to get it out of the way.
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I just laughed until I cried with you over the reality that is 'trying'. The 'hurry up and let's get it over so I can return to -insertanythingmorefunatthispoint' attitude. They don't mean to but the glaze over there eyes about our umpteenth hormonally imbalanced fit over milk placement in the fridge is almost glacomic. And I only did the 'trying' for 2 years or so. I would love to go on a walkabout with you with a taser or cattle prod and anytime someone (preferably strangers) pass out illconceived advice we can return the favor? A little too passive aggressive?
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December 29, 2011
WHAT NOT TO SAY TO AN INFERTILE FRIEND
I really enjoyed the book
The Empty Picture Frame. It struck just the right tone between mild sarcasm and heartfelt anguish. CVG got it for me a long time ago, and I held on to it and then read it at just the right time, I think.
I have scoured the internet for a summary of the last chapter, but no luck. I hope the author won't mind if I copy excerpts here, because she did such a good job writing a chapter about what not to say to an infertile person. And I think everyone should read that chapter, not just people who have the need to buy that book.
OK, things not to say to your friends who are having trouble conceiving. Ever. Just really, don't go to these topics unless you've been having a conversation for over and hour and then you very tactfully work them in. But it's probably safer to just avoid it altogether.
1) The story of "the person I know who was in your situation and it worked for them"
Jenna's words:
I think it's part of the human experience to want to connect with those we love. We want to let them know they aren't alone and that there are others out there who have gone through this. The problem is, unless you were one of those people, the anecdote about the friend of a second cousin who had twins after her IVF isn't a story that's going to help.
She goes on to explain that if you have to resort to your second cousin's friend, you really don't understand what the experience is like in any meaningful sense. Plus, telling someone an anecdote about success while she is still living the journey of failure just makes her feel worse. I also think it's dismissive of the agony. Glossing over a story by saying "they had to do IVF twice but then they had twins!" cannot possibly convey the years of heartache and struggle and pain and expense that couple had to go through to get those twins. And how lucky they were in the end to have it work.
2) "You are so stressed out about having a baby. Why don't you try to relax; go on a vacation, take a break from thinking about this."
My least favorite by far.
Jenna's words:
Many infertiles, like me, live in a perpetual state of fear, excitement, and crushing disappointment. To suggest that a vacation is going to fix their problems does nothing more than trivialize those feelings.
She goes on to accurately say that many fertility problems, like irregular ovulation or balanced translocations, are actual medical issues and not something that going to Hawaii will make go away. If there were some magical place on the planet where my chromosomes would get sorted out, trust me, I would fly there tomorrow.
It's also rude to suggest that infertility is all in someone's head. Telling them not to stress out, or to relax, implies that they are somehow creating their own infertility. When you want a baby very badly, being told that you are causing the problem by stressing out makes you...stress out.
3) "I know someone who adopted after years of trying, and then they got pregnant on their own."
Yep, we've all heard of someone like this. My own grandmother did this: my mother was conceived after her older brother was adopted. It does happen. Unfortunately, anecdotes are not statistics. As Jenna writes, "Adoption isn't a cure for infertility, no more so than a wig is a cure for cancer." I am lucky that my translocation only affects my ability to procreate. Some women who have severe endometriosis or other medical issues, their infertility affects their entire medical wellbeing, not just their ability to have kids. They have to manage their pain and disease all the time. Adopting a baby may solve the "not having a baby" but it doesn't solve the "having to have repeated surgeries to scrape unwanted growths from your guts" problem.
Furthermore, it is completely insensitive to offhandedly suggest adoption as a solution. It is offensive to everyone involved.
Jenna's words:
Adoption is a lifetime commitment to a child. It is not a consolation prize for the loser of a game show. Children are a blessing, and adopted children are as much of a blessing to infertiles as they would be to fertile people. Yet many assume that adoption is reserved only for those who cannot conceive naturally. If you are a fertile parent to biological children and have made a suggestion of adoption to someone who is working through infertility treatments, you should ask yourself why you didn't adopt.
Word. If it's so easy for you to throw it out there as a solution, why didn't you consider doing it?
I also might add that it's just simply not that easy. "Why don't you just adopt?" sounds like you think you can just waltz into the Baby Store and pick up a kid on discount. Adoption is expensive. It's time-consuming. It's a personally invasive process where your whole life is under scrutiny to make sure you're "fit" to raise a child. And it's not a guarantee either: adoptions can fall through, biological parents can change their minds, a lot can happen. You don't just decide it's time to adopt and then get a baby next week. It should not be mentioned as "the easy way out".
I would like to add another one here that was not in Jenna's book:
4) "Why don't you just do IVF?"
I have been getting asked this a lot lately. As if it's simple. As if it's a no-brainer. Just do IVF and then you'll have a baby. Except it's not that simple either. IVF is expensive. The form I would have to do with the preimplantation genetic diagnosis costs about $20,000. And there's no guarantee of success. Poor Julia did IVF with PGD three times. People keep acting like it's a simple process of tossing out my bad eggs and implanting the good ones. It has really started to upset me, because there is nothing simple about it. IVF is painful. It is "unnatural" (in the sense that you have to pump your body full of drugs to create extra eggs and then you have to force your body with more drugs to become a receptive home for embryos.) That is not easy, and I am amazed by the women I know who have gone through it. It is not simple at all. And it's not a suggestion to throw out there offhandedly, unless you have 20 grand lying around that you'd be willing to contribute, and you'd be willing to give the lady all her shots in the backside. And take shots in the backside yourself.
And please, it's not a suggestion to bombard me with 30 minutes after I learn this current baby is dead. If the old baby is still inside your friend, please don't harass her with your ideas of what to do for the next time. It's too soon.
5) "Have you tried..."
Jenna is right: if your friend is serious about conceiving, she has read every tip there is to read. My body has gotten better at getting pregnant over the years, but back before BabyGrok I was reading obscure data from a study about the optimal timing for both male and female orgasm, to give the best push for sperm forward before the woman's body releases a hormone around her cervix that prevents new sperm from competing. So yeah, your suggestion of "are you sure you're timing intercourse with ovulation?" is pretty basic. I was well beyond that in knowledge and experimentation. Ask your friend what kind of things they've tried before you offer Conception 101 advice.
Oh, and that brings us back to stress: when your friend is so desperate for a baby that she cries because the timing is a bit off and they missed the window for the best time for her to get pregnant (within two minutes after female orgasm, less than 24 hours before ovulation), then we're well past her being able to Just Relax! and Enjoy Yourself!
6) "Be grateful for what you do have" aka "things could be worse"
Jenna's words:
Minimizing someone's experiences is no way to be a good friend. Everyone has a story to share and a struggle that, to them, feels like the most they could possibly handle. Telling them that their issue is essentially not that big of a deal...isn't the way to make them feel validated or empowered.
Most people with infertility issues have done enough googling to know that it can always be worse. I have a translocation and have had six miscarriages that end in the very beginning. I know of a worse translocation even: Julia's had 11 miscarriages that drag on for weeks longer than mine do. With heartbeats and everything. I know of many ways it could be worse; I don't need other people to remind me of it.
7) Don't use the "look on the bright side" approach
Jenna explains how someone tried to point out all the silver linings to never having kids, like that you could always sleep in and you won't have to save for college tuition.
The only thing I can equate to this would be to suggest that if your house burned down, and someone said to you, "Well at least you won't have to worry about a heating bill" or if you lost a loved one and someone said, "Think of the money you'll save on birthday presents."
Absolutely never ever ever use this line of reasoning.
This applies to miscarriage as well. Just last week, one response I got to telling the news that our baby was dead was "At least now you can drink on New Year's!" Really? Really?
Jenna goes on to say that it probably sounds like nothing you say will be right, and I have written before that
sometimes this will be true. But her advice is to listen and to ask questions. Don't give advice, don't recount anecdotes, just be a friend and let her talk.
And ask her how she's doing, instead of waiting for her to bring it up.
Some people are private about these things. I am not. I love cashing these chips. I need to, repeatedly, as many times as you'll let me.
And I appreciate that you listen.
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Love, prayers and hugs to you and your family.
Posted by: Tracey at December 29, 2011 11:19 PM (wKx+4)
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Well said. You and your family are in my thoughts.
Posted by: To the Nth at December 30, 2011 09:49 AM (z4WHR)
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I tend to also not be private about this situation ..
So I read the entire post on my iPhone and was talking to myself with Preach it! Amen! Oh Sarah!!! and my hubby kept sticking his head into the room with 'What's going on?!' ... and than he heard and agreed wholeheartedly. Now I'm going to have to add this book to my Kindle.
It's funny how after all that we go through it's still far too easy to think 'Maybe we'll get pregnant the first month back from deployment because we are at an awesome upswing after the fertilitydrugdriven relationshipalmostdivorcespiral. Because a lot of people get LUCKY and the planets lineup and doctor's diagnosises and my invsible unproductive eggs be DAMMNED.'
Maybe there's another way ... she says as she prepares herself to barrel headlong down the adoption rabbit.
This truly sums it up "Unfortunately, anecdotes are not statistics." Neither are they golden eggs, fairy godmothers or the lucky ones.
Air high five from one dysfuncitonal girl to another!
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December 27, 2011
"MERCURY-LADEN LIFESTYLE"
This post is so good. I was like that this time: accepting the wine and the tuna. But I managed to convince myself in the final days that things were going to turn out well this time. So so stupid.
I run to Julia's blog after every miscarriage. I don't know her, but I feel like I need her. I wish I didn't pattern her so well. I didn't want to be like her: have a handful of miscarriages, a baby, and then a boatload of miscarriages before success again. I wanted success again quickly. I am on my way to boatload.
I'd like to find the time to go read her whole blog from cover to cover...I really need to do this for myself.
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December 22, 2011
WHERE WE GO FROM HERE
My bloodwork yesterday, along with past personal experience, indicates that my body is still very much pregnant, despite the fact that no baby is growing in the yolk sac.
So I get to spend the Christmas weekend still morning sick, and then I get to take the miscarriage meds and spend the New Years weekend in pain.
Happy Holidays.
My new doctor suspects that there might be more at play than just my translocation. The two genetic counselors I've spoken with seem to think that might be possible as well.
I might be lucky enough to have TWO forms of infertility.
Three tails, a heads, and three more tails is within the realm of possibility...but it's much more lousy than the predictive models say it ought to be. I have spent the past five months cursing the name of the woman who created the predictive models. She has been contacted with my "real world data" to see if she can explain it.
The new doctor also wants to run some more tests soon to check for other factors that can cause blighted ova, to see if something else is happening.
I need to get more math and science focused because I have started to feel a little nutty. I don't normally believe in superstition, but I'm starting to think goofy thoughts like "Every ultrasound my husband has ever attended has been a dead baby. He's the jinx; maybe I should leave him at home next time."
And in case you've ever wondered, rum makes morning sickness worse.
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If I knew of the right words I would say them. It is a comfort when you and Mr Grok can share your gallows humor with each other, but it is just heartbreaking to hear yet more heartache. If there is more testing and knowledge that can help and keep your brain focused on something other than the emotional/mental roller coaster - I hope it leads to another miracle as soon as possible. You are a great mama.
Posted by: wifeunit at December 23, 2011 11:18 PM (LHZib)
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That makes sense. It would be a lot more fun to have a real baby than to have a new science paper written on your problem. I am glad they are researching it. Probabilities are actually the pits.
In spite of all you have a wonderful child, a wonderful marriage and a wonderful attitude. I don't know how you do it. I would be so spiteful and hateful by now NO ONE would be able to stand me.
Still and all, have as good a Christmas as possible.
And give Charlotte a hug from me.
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Of course rum makes you sick in the morning. Gin is for mornings, or Baileys AND Kahilua in the coffee, rum is for after 11 AM.
Stop taking medical advice from your bartender. All good medical advice comes from the internets.
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December 21, 2011
ANOTHER DEAD BABY
This morning I woke up very morning sick. I was hoping it was getting stronger.
Outwardly, I had been nonchalant about this pregnancy to people. I don't let on about the optimistic side. Our new doctor even noted how much we kept hounding her to plan for the worst.
Inwardly, I was hopeful. Lord, I even let myself pretend that I might find out I was having twins. Where did I get that from?
I should've known it was another dead baby. It always is.
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I am so sorry. I hope that the physical effects pass quickly.
Posted by: Christa at December 21, 2011 05:16 PM (JnJR0)
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Sarah,
I really don't know what to say except I am so sorry you are going through this again. Your strength amazes me.
Posted by: Sandi at December 21, 2011 05:58 PM (PzeGZ)
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I'm so sorry
Posted by: Connie at December 21, 2011 06:08 PM (L6nIP)
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I'm so sorry. Everything else I could think of to say is wrong, so I'll stop with that.
Posted by: Sig at December 22, 2011 12:54 AM (OjLVw)
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I am just so sorry.
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December 19, 2011
RONERY
The last thing I had time for was baking a cake, but dictators croak on their own schedule. So I baked a butterscotch Hennessy cake today. Too bad you'll never taste your favorite booze again, Kim. We'll enjoy it for you though.
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Posted by: Stephanie at December 19, 2011 10:44 PM (2lHyJ)
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I will have to find that recipe after I consult with MrGoogle.
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December 10, 2011
FADING HOPE
I got my levels tested and they were not ideal. So I told people that. And people told me to keep up my hope.
Easy for you to say.
This game is death by hope. And I can't help but think that I have had fruitless hope 5 out of 6 times in the past...so I wonder why people think it's just that easy for me to keep hoping.
My HCG level was 87% of what I'd like it to be. For comparison, Dead Baby #2 was 89% and Dead Baby #4 was 81%. And Dead Baby #5, the dirty trickster who fooled us all into thinking he was a real baby, was 106%. And he was still dead.
So that hope...it's not much to numerically hold on to.
I would love to eat crow in two weeks and be wrong. I'd love it. I'd love nothing more than to have everyone tell me I was wrong. But can't they see how hard it is to keep hope alive? It's easier to fear the worst and steel your heart against it than it is to let hope lift you up to where you will fall hard.
No, it's not OK that the hormone levels almost got to where they should be. This isn't grenade throwing. Almost has historically never been good enough.
I'd love to eat my words, but we'll see...
BabyGrok was 119%. That's a number that might make me hopeful. But not so much 87%.
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Posted by: Connie at December 10, 2011 07:46 PM (L6nIP)
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People don't know what to say. They don't know that telling you to be positive, keep the faith, stay hopeful ... it can make it worse. It can make you angry or even more sad. It's just plain hard. Especially with everything you've gone through. They don't know what to say so they revert to the "keep your chin up" attitude, because it's easier than crying with you, being realistic that things could be less than optimal, or trying to understand what you could possibly be feeling.
It sucks. All of it. The ups and downs, dashed hopes, all the losses, and trying to explain the inexplicable feelings to someone one who has never been there. You are amazingly strong to keep trying, to keep going, keep loving, and I respect you more for that fact than I could ever express. Please know that I'm thinking of you, and that I'll hope for you but, if you want to cry and not get your hopes up, that's totally okay too.
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I echo all that Stephanie says. And you have LIVED hope simply by continuing to try, but that doesn't mean that you have to feel hope and keep hanging onto this elusive 'positive' thinking in this place that you are in.
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I understand that it's hard to hope. I will hope for you.
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Hope is a nasty sneak. Even when I said I didn't have any I was lying. Hope always lingered in my heart somewhere.
This sucks, but I think giving up would suck worse. If you get to the point where that isn't true, then you've got some thinking to do.
In the meantime, drink some hot chocolate and eat Christmas cookies, because while you don't want to drink wine in case the 87% becomes the proverbial "ladybug onesie asleep upstairs," hot chocolate and Christmas cookies are a-ok.
Posted by: Christa at December 12, 2011 11:27 AM (JnJR0)
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Ugh, I really think that people just don't get it. Maybe they don't understand that telling yourself it is the worst and preparing your heart for that is somehow a little bit better than continuing that hope for awhile and having it dashed even more. I do not like 87%.
Hugs.
Posted by: Stacy at December 12, 2011 04:04 PM (n8pne)
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Christa is telling it true, and so is everyone else. We all hope for you even when the odds are not so good. But when she calls hope a nasty sneak she is telling it true. We all know that trying to face reality doesn't keep the hope from being deep down in the heart. We need another miracle for you. For the record, no pregnancy is ever the same, so.........
Posted by: Ruth H at December 12, 2011 09:03 PM (JFseb)
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Sarah, I don't know how you have any hope left. But to hope is human, To get your heart broken is to have loved. I pray this baby wins the genetic lottery. Because in your case, there are no degrees. There is yes. And there is no. I'm praying for a yes for you and your family.
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December 02, 2011
ETERNAL HOPE
Last night I dreamt there was a cell phone app pregnancy test; you pressed the phone screen to your forehead and it registered whether you were pregnant. I got the big plus sign and woke up with a rush.
Except today was the day I was taking a real pregnancy test. I was mad that it was going to be a huge letdown after the dream test...
But we did it again.
We're getting good at getting pregnant. I just hope we can stay that way.
Now I need to buckle down and pick a doctor this weekend, which feels really random. Just pulling a name out of a hat and hoping for the best. I guess that's kinda the way the old Army system worked for me, but back then I had no choice. This time I might kick myself if I make the wrong choice.
But here we are. Does seven feel lucky?
It's also amazing to me that even on the seventh time, even after so much bad luck, hope springs eternal. As soon as I took the test, my heart was off and running: calculating the due date, imagining BabyGrok holding her sibling...
It's amazing how resilient and hopeful the heart is.
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Just like our bodies forget the pain of childbirth, our hearts forget (or at least the memory is hazy) the pain of loss. Thank goodness for it. Good luck and prayers for number seven!
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Thoughts and prayers are with you and Russ for a heads up penny. I am hopeful things go your way this time. And I am in awe of your strength.
Posted by: Mare at December 03, 2011 12:26 AM (pme3X)
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We are here because our ancestors had resilience and hope to endure a dark past. May SiblingGrok be here to enjoy a bright future.
Posted by: Amritas at December 04, 2011 12:44 AM (sCjiJ)
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Isn't that the truth though? After nearly 11 years and all the drugs and tests and the doctor telling me that I don't ovulate without drugs or even with them regularly enough to have a snow balls chance in hell - I still think 'Maybe this time we can get lucky.' A little part of me ha already calculated that my o-window is right after he returns from deployment. Maybe if I missed him enough and we were lucky like so many other people .... Oh sister, you know exactly what I mean.
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November 25, 2011
HURRYING THROUGH
I enjoy Thanksgiving and don't like hurrying through it, but I really love the day after Thanksgiving. Not because of shopping, but because I get to start decorating for Christmas.
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She's at a great age, Christmas will be so much fun...enjoy!
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October 29, 2011
FINALLY MOVING ON
The due date for Failed Baby #5 is approaching, which is a reminder of two things: 1) the obvious, that I would be having a baby soon, and 2) that we have already wasted nine months since we wanted to try to have a second child.
I moved to this new duty station and found two friends quickly. They are both pregnant now.
CVG said I am like a pregnancy good luck charm...for other people.
I have been in a holding pattern for a long time, feeling quite frustrated. My body has still not recovered from the last pregnancy. At first I shrugged it off, blaming the trauma that two rounds of meds plus a D&C caused. But then weeks stretched to months and I got more irritated. However, I still decided that playing ostrich was better than making a doctor appointment and dealing with reality. I just kept telling myself that it couldn't be possible. It couldn't possibly take three months to get back on track after a miscarriage.
It took 83 days.
I got pregnant with this crappy baby back in May. I am finally finished with him.
And now hopefully we can move on to Baby #7.
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(Finally, I find a computer that lets me read your posts and comment!)
I don't know if you're a hugging kind of person in real life, or a watch your favorite TV show and knit something together and not talk about it directly kind of person. But either way, I wish I could offer something besides an "I'm sorry." I can't, but I am.
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October 12, 2011
IT'S FALL!
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How precious! I hope you are settling in your new home.
Posted by: Christa at October 12, 2011 10:37 AM (JnJR0)
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Adorable, she's getting so big!
Posted by: Connie at October 12, 2011 11:59 AM (L6nIP)
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Wow. That picture is just total perfection from the colors to the sweet little girl to the grey fall skies. Perfect!
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Gorgeous baby + Kansas landscape = Amazing picture
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