My husband did one of the sweetest things EVER yesterday. To all infertiles, you’ll get this. To all of you who have cute little monsters, you will hardly understand. But feel free to read and think your thoughts about “these infertiles are beotches”. Well, we aren’t, we’re just aching.
My husband works in the same building with a couple who have gone through FOUR IVFs unsuccessfully. The wife was diagnosed with having “egg” issues. Last July, they got pregnant on their own. Now, they’re in their early 30s, so they aren’t quite facing the cement wall of age like I am, but still, to go through FOUR IVFs, well, we know how that goes. Yesterday, I came home from work and on the counter was a baby shower invite for this wife. Instantly, I got sick to my stomach and felt like crying. Although she’s “one of us”, it still felt like a knife to my heart.
Husband stepped it up and said this:
“I was going to throw that out before you even saw it, because I knew how it’d affect you. Thought you could do without it. But I didn’t. I’m sorry.”
He got it. He, who already has a biological child, got my pain. He understood, even if just for a minute. He knew what it was like to be in my shoes.
Infertility stories are love stories. Although difficult and painful beyond belief, our story is OUR love story. Little moments like this remind me of why we want children together. Not just to have children, but to have them with each other.
