Bethenny Frankel talks about miscarriage on the morning show
Bethenny Frankel shared about her miscarriage this morning and I was so pleased with how she put it. She talks about her age and that her window is closing but what struck me is her feelings of appreciation for having her daughter and being able to mother at least one child. For me this was so heartfelt. As a woman 13 years her junior and unable to concieve on child and experiencing several losses this was so nice to hear someone understand and appreciate what she has but also realize the wave of emotion that comes with miscarriage.
I hope the best for her and pray that she doesn’t have the similar struggles in the future.
Today I found myself reading an article about the idea that stronger regulations should be for IVF. I found myself feeling like if that is the case, if they are worried about the cost of multiple births and they want to limit each IVF transfer to 1 embryo then there needs to be a change in the cost for IVF. I felt some discrimination because unless we were mislead, our understanding was that more embryos gives us a better chance of fertilization.
From what I gathered in this article they want to take that away which in my brain says they are upping the cost of IVF. We only had 2 viable embryos to be implanted and unfortunately they didn’t implant for whatever reason. From what I’ve read since it is best to plan on 3 rounds before a live birth so, if most are implanting 3 embryos each time this change would give them 1/3 the chance.
So I find myself asking, will the cost then reflect that? Will insurance start covering it?
I often find myself struggling with the thought of insurance. They’ll cover erectile dysfunction medications (I understand not all policies will) but they won’t cover my inability to conceive? I am a young woman who started trying to conceive at age 23. My issue is clear, my tubes are damaged leaving me with IVF as my only option for becoming pregnant. So, a man’s sex life is more important than my disease? Just over a year ago I had to have my right fallopian tube removed because it was so damaged. It had twisted and had fluid built up so badly that in the end the ovary is pretty much non-functioning. The change has been incredible but I’ll save that for another day. My point is that my insurance paid for the hospital but wouldn’t for the doctor as he was a specialist, yet the only one in my area to perform the procedure. A bit messed up, huh?
What it comes down to for me is that if there is a change and only one embryo is allowed to be implanted then there must be a change in the cost as well. Which the artless touches on. I know that us infertile people are viewed as somewhat fragile and we are at times but this article makes me wonder if having two, three, four, etc children who spend time in the NICU is better or if only having one, or none, is better? It is definitely a discussion to be had, but I’m not sure this one change can be made, it may need to be a string of things.
I am torturing myself by reading about infertility and adoption. I go round and round in my head about how everyone must be given the right to have their own opinion but then I also feel like these comments and articles are somewhat of an attack. An attack on me and my kind (the infertile ones). Here we are longing of a child. I liken it to a wannabe actress who longs to be on stage, craves it. Well, I too crave to be in the spotlight, but of a different kind. I long to have a little one who comes to me when they are hurting, who depends on me for love, support and guidance, and who calls me Mom.
The other day I read someone who feels that adoption is wrong and children should never be severed from their “real” family so if we (those of us infertile again) really want to love a child we will accept guardianship and adoption will become illegal. My immediate reaction is HOW DARE YOU! How dare you say that we should love, care for and give our lives to a child and live in fear that you will come along any day and take the child back. This arrogance that we should just be grateful that anyone would give us a part of a child’s life since we cannot have one of our own.
Don’t get me wrong, I will be more that grateful to whomever chooses us to parent the child that she brings into this world. But I don’t believe that my fear would be good for a child. I don’t believe that I should give up my dreams of being a mother and accept whatever is given to me. I will love any child who comes into my home with all of my heart but I cannot believe that it is good for him or her to be uprooted at any time because that is what the birth mother wants.
Growing up I always new I’d be a mother, to many children I always felt. With the extra cost that may not be the case anymore but I do feel that adoption is better for the child in the end. Long term stability is much better than uncertainty I believe.
My community of those who have been touched by adoption has grown by infinite numbers over the past few months. All of the online communities and when I say “we are hoping to adopt” it seems like the person knows someone, or hopes to adopt too or has adopted, or was adopted. It is amazing to me how many people out there have adoption, in some form in their lives.
As we wait patiently, at this moment anyway, I find myself so excited to hear of other peoples situations. Recently I saw a post on one of the groups from a woman who is pregnant and was hoping to find a lesbian adoptive couple. She gave a general reason as she wanted someone who is open and accepting. While I know that there are others out there who too are open and accepting this was the expectant mother’s preference and I think that should be respected. I found myself somewhat saddened by the responses she got. Most were comments like “good luck, but remember there are a lot of us out her who will be accepting,” you get the gist. I felt bad for this expectant mother because I feel she has every right to want what she wants and so I found myself thinking of a friend I had met online who fit the expectant mother’s wishes. I wasn’t sure they would hit it off but why not try, right? I nervously wrote to this friend and gave her the link to the page. She contacted her and to my overwhelming delight they matched! A wave of excitement rushed over me for her when she messaged to say they had been chosen. It was so incredible to have been a part of that and I felt privileged to have her share that with me.
So now I wonder, am I meant to work with adoptions in some way? Do I have a new calling? Who knows where life will lead me but I do know that I am headed in the right direction.
And this marks 3!
I’ll never forget the words, “I’m sorry, it didn’t work” and I will forever have the shadows of my past hurts being unable to conceive but I know that those little souls, where ever they may be, are safe and loved and just weren’t ready yet. I find myself oddly at peace with where we have been and where we are going. The anger is no more and I often find myself thinking that even though my body let me down I know greatness is just around the corner. So today as the one year anniversary of IVF failing comes to a close I think positively and confidently say…the best is yet to come.