Nothing makes me feel more like a Grinch than Mother’s Day. Yes I certainly appreciate all the mothers in my life. No one has more mothers and grandmothers than I do. (That would be 11 mothers, stepmothers and grandmothers) I appreciate them but it is just too hard to celebrate Mother’s Day.
Mrs. Grinch hated Mother’s Day!
The whole crumby season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be the Clomid – (her head wasn't screwed on quite right)
It could be, perhaps, that her tubes were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that her womb was two sizes too small.
I feel terrible not being able to keep my emotions in check but it is just such a big trigger. Our family tradition has always been to go out for brunch or dinner together. The first Mother’s day after my diagnosis was not so bad because I was still filled with hope and convinced that any day I would be pregnant. As the years go by it is getting more and more hopeless and harder and harder to sit around a table where every other woman receives cards, flowers and gifts. The well-meaning waitress comes with the handful of flowers or chocolates and asks who the mothers at our table are. It is just a painful reminder that I am the only woman in my family who does not have children.
This year I skipped the cards – Mother’s day cards are a whole other level of torture. Last year I left the store in tears. Instead, Monkey and I potted some flowers for all the Moms and Grandmas who live nearby.
I’ve tried to think of the best way to describe why Mother’s Day is hard for infertile women. Most people don’t get it and think it is just being self-centered but it is not that you don’t want others to have a Happy Mother’s Day but you can’t help but feel sorry for yourself. The whole day is a celebration of the one thing you can’t have. The weeks leading up to Mother’s Day every commercial advertises how great it is to be a they are daily reminders that you are a barren old hag and while 95% of women have a child or could have a child you can’t no matter how badly you want to.
Mother's Day - Bah, Humbug!
Sunday, May 13, 2007
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3 comments:
I'm sorry today is such a hard day for you. I don't personally understand, but my best friend has walked in your shoes for 5 1/2 years. And, I've held her hand the whole way. It's too trite to say maybe next year will be better...but I just want you to know that people do understand. And, I'm sorry your heart aches. Kristen (part of the felted bag exchange)
I am a mother, and I must say that it is not one of my favourite "holidays". It's hard to think about the insensitivity of people. I remember after a tubal pregnancy (during a very uncertain time about whether there might be children in my future) going for lunch with co-workers. And one of their wives... Who was pregnant... Who talked only about the pregnancy for 1.5 hours... I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted to hit her. It's a long way from what you're living, but maybe it is a glimpse of your hurt. : (
Thank you ladies for you kind comments. It is nice to know that people can empathize with my situation.
I decided to blog about my infertility after years of trying to find other people struggling with the same decisions and situations I was in. I hope that someone else who is in the same boat will find something helpful in my ramblings. If nothing else just to know that there are other women who can't handle Mother's Day and who beat themselves up over it.
The next few weeks will be a struggle since I have an appointment with my specialist to discuss the future course of action. Hubby and I will have to make some big decisions and we rarely see eye to eye on this topic.
About the only thing we can agree on is that we desperately want to be parents.
Thanks again for the support. I really do appreciate it.
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