Infertility, Changes in Nature.


 

Long before marriage I knew pregnancy might be difficult for me. I lived with a Chronic Condition called, Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polycystic_ovary_syndrome, which often causes infertility. My husband was aware and soon after the wedding, held my hand during medical consultations and accompanied me to doctor’s appointments where together, we decided on our first course of treatment, a low dose fertility drug. Squeezing my hand tightly we were ecstatic to learn a tiny heart might soon beat under my own within about four months.

Upon leaving the doctor’s office it was on to business. Thermometers, temperature charts, and pens and pencils were suddenly prized possessions, placed neatly in the top drawer of a nearby nightstand in order to chart monthly ovulation cycles. Whenever it was time, I telephoned my husband. We followed the ups and downs of my temperature chart to a T! Still, month after month it was not to be.

Eventually, I visited my doctor for another routine consultation. “It’s been nine months,” he said, matter-of-factly. “I can only keep you on this drug for one more cycle. Go home, relax and forget about it.” I left his office in tears. Fertility options were extremely limited back in 1980’s. I could only move on to an extremely powerful fertility drug with lots of potential complications or adoption. My husband and I had discussed adoption but knew it might take years to receive a baby.

That same weekend my husband and I traveled from our cozy bungalow on the west side of Bay City to northern Michigan for business, leaving my temperature chart at home. Our car crested a hill where the blue waters of Grand Traverse Bay https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Traverse_Bay, greeted us in the most beautiful of azure colors as far as our eyes could see. It was late spring, nearing summer. All four of the windows of our car were down. We giggled free as the fresh air blew our hair every which way. Scents of one season were ending while simultaneously, a new one was beginning. Nature was changing. Tall emerald pines danced among splashes of fruit trees on either side of the road with flowers budding into delectable delights of rosy apples and bright red cherries.

While my husband attended business meetings, I relaxed by the pool, read books, and drank sparkling water amid the peace and serenity of new surroundings. Six weeks later I learned I was pregnant. I was about to become a mother. The greatest gift to me.

Yes, nature was changing…..

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6 thoughts on “Infertility, Changes in Nature.

  1. Kim, that’s nice of you to share this. My mother’s first pregnancy in the late 1960s was ectopic. The doctor then recommended her not to have kids for the sake of personal safety. They tried adopting but the waiting list was long. They eventually decided to try again to have children and had my oldest brother and then three additional children after that. So, God’s plans are mysteries to us often, as you know. 🙂

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  2. Good that things happened in your case when it did, Kim. I have seen the sense of loss of barren couples who go through life without even adopting. One of my late paternal uncles and aunt were a lovely couple. Both teachers and beautiful companions to each other but without a progeny. Seeing them, I used to really wish how life would have been if they had a family of their own. It is just that there is an unattainableness about life. Everyone cannot have it all…

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    • Thank you, Raj. I never take for granted my miracle, nor the one after that. Few options back then. My empathy to your Uncle and his wife, together with all who struggle even today with infertility. It’s heartbreaking. Sadly, adoption is not always an option to those who so want a child. Much appreciation to you for reading, Raj. Happy weekend.

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