I thought you were so close.
You were, weren't you? You showed me last cycle that my body can let it happen. But you didn't stay? Why not? I wish you would have stayed. But I know you will come back and stay for good soon, well, I hope, at least.
Baby, I need your help. I don't know how to choose the woman who is going to help you come to us. I want to make the right decision. Can you give me a sign? I feel like I'm choosing behind 3 doors and I only get one choice, and you are standing behind one of them. I really want to pick the right one. But how do I know? I'm so tired of this game and I really just want you to come home to Tidy and me. Its been a long time since we've been trying to find you. Do you know that? Are you ready to come to us?
Please help me. I feel you getting closer and I want you to know that Tidy and I are so ready for you to be a part of our real lives now, not just our dreams. I want to build you a beautiful nursery and I want to feel you grow inside of me. I want to give birth to you and I want to get to know who you are and comfort you and take care of you when you need me, and nurture you and encourage you to be beautiful and strong. I want to love you. I already do, and I don't even know you yet.
But I'm really struggling right now to make a choice. I don't know what is important... Which one am I drawn to? Which one will look most like me? Is that something I should even consider? Does it matter? I just want to choose one that will bring you to me quickly. We're waiting here for you baby, with open arms and hearts.
Whatever you can do to help me make a decision, I'd really appreciate it.
Waiting for you, as patiently as I can,
Love, Mom.
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Friday, May 20, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Fears, Dreams and French Pastries
Last night I slept terribly. Well, I slept most of the first half of the night, but I was tossing and turning, wondering if we were making the right decision or not to transfer these 3 day2 embryos.
I also woke up around 4am from a strange dream. It wasn't all that strange, but there was this feeling in it that I can't quite put my finger on...I dreamed that I was holding a baby... my baby, I think...on my stomach and it was fast asleep and the baby kept squeezing me, holding on to me tight. It felt great... But then my sister told me that I shouldn't hold her like that, it might cause the baby to lose circulation (where does my mind come UP with this stuff, huh?) And I felt bad, like I was doing something wrong, like I was second guessing my ability to be a mom. (And what does my sister know? None of them are mothers yet either)
I think I still fear that I will be a terrible mother sometimes. But it's interesting because in real life, I feel strong. I feel like I can carry a baby in my body and I can go through the pain of labor and come through a victor. But I worry that I won't be a good caretaker of my baby. Not necessarily as an infant, but as a child, when they start emotionally interacting with me, and as a teen, when they need discipline and love, in a way that helps them learn from their mistakes... I think some of this fear comes from issues I have with my mom and my relationship as I was growing up. During times when her bipolar disease was very active, most of the time I really struggled being around here. I missed having a mom that I thought I should have and wanted one that was different, one that was emulated by my friend's and Tidy's moms. And so I did a lot to not be around her much. And I feel guilty for that. I'll expand more on this later, but its something that I must still carry with me as it surfaces here and there.
Last night I was also worrying about what to do if this fails. I usually have a plan B and this time I certainly don't. We can't decide what our next steps should be. All that I see on the horizon should this fail is a lot more money. Money that we don't have. Money that we'll have to go into debt for. That's now how I want to bring a child into this world! (Although, yes, I know, many children are born to parents who are in debt...) But we have been able, to this point, not go into too much debt with our fertility stuff which I feel very fortunate for.
Here I was, just a few days ago, all nice and calm, and happy with a little surprise that we get to move our FET up a bit instead of being sidelined for a month, and now, the fear has set in. The fear of the 2ww, the fear that we aren't taking the necessary steps to give us the best chance. The fear that we have wasted money on this last cycle without learning anything. If I had to do this all over again, I would have grown all of our embryos out to day 5 and done genetic testing so at least we would have had some knowledge about weather or not our embryos could even make it and give us more information on if we need donor eggs or not.
And now, if this fails, and decide to go move forward to something else, I'm not comfortable going to donor eggs because we STILL don't know if it's my eggs or if it's my uterus.... FUCK... I feel like I wasted a whole crap ton of $$.
So there's a lot of fear with this one my friends and I will try my hardest to let the fear go and hold onto the hope that regardless of what is or isn't wrong with my uterus or my eggs, we still have a chance... We have 4 chances in fact.
And here I type, PUPO with 3 day2 embryos and potentially a 4th from my ovulated follicle. Transfer was this morning at 10:30 am. My acupuncturist came with to do a pre and post transfer session and even brought along some pastries from an amazing french baker in town. Yeah, I know... pastries are NOT what the Chinese medical doctor ordered, but at the point of a 4th IVF, 6th transfer, I'm throwing all rules out the window.
Now, let's just hope that I can survive through these next two weeks focusing on that hope and more amazing pastries and not on the fear.
I also woke up around 4am from a strange dream. It wasn't all that strange, but there was this feeling in it that I can't quite put my finger on...I dreamed that I was holding a baby... my baby, I think...on my stomach and it was fast asleep and the baby kept squeezing me, holding on to me tight. It felt great... But then my sister told me that I shouldn't hold her like that, it might cause the baby to lose circulation (where does my mind come UP with this stuff, huh?) And I felt bad, like I was doing something wrong, like I was second guessing my ability to be a mom. (And what does my sister know? None of them are mothers yet either)
I think I still fear that I will be a terrible mother sometimes. But it's interesting because in real life, I feel strong. I feel like I can carry a baby in my body and I can go through the pain of labor and come through a victor. But I worry that I won't be a good caretaker of my baby. Not necessarily as an infant, but as a child, when they start emotionally interacting with me, and as a teen, when they need discipline and love, in a way that helps them learn from their mistakes... I think some of this fear comes from issues I have with my mom and my relationship as I was growing up. During times when her bipolar disease was very active, most of the time I really struggled being around here. I missed having a mom that I thought I should have and wanted one that was different, one that was emulated by my friend's and Tidy's moms. And so I did a lot to not be around her much. And I feel guilty for that. I'll expand more on this later, but its something that I must still carry with me as it surfaces here and there.
Last night I was also worrying about what to do if this fails. I usually have a plan B and this time I certainly don't. We can't decide what our next steps should be. All that I see on the horizon should this fail is a lot more money. Money that we don't have. Money that we'll have to go into debt for. That's now how I want to bring a child into this world! (Although, yes, I know, many children are born to parents who are in debt...) But we have been able, to this point, not go into too much debt with our fertility stuff which I feel very fortunate for.
Here I was, just a few days ago, all nice and calm, and happy with a little surprise that we get to move our FET up a bit instead of being sidelined for a month, and now, the fear has set in. The fear of the 2ww, the fear that we aren't taking the necessary steps to give us the best chance. The fear that we have wasted money on this last cycle without learning anything. If I had to do this all over again, I would have grown all of our embryos out to day 5 and done genetic testing so at least we would have had some knowledge about weather or not our embryos could even make it and give us more information on if we need donor eggs or not.
And now, if this fails, and decide to go move forward to something else, I'm not comfortable going to donor eggs because we STILL don't know if it's my eggs or if it's my uterus.... FUCK... I feel like I wasted a whole crap ton of $$.
So there's a lot of fear with this one my friends and I will try my hardest to let the fear go and hold onto the hope that regardless of what is or isn't wrong with my uterus or my eggs, we still have a chance... We have 4 chances in fact.
And here I type, PUPO with 3 day2 embryos and potentially a 4th from my ovulated follicle. Transfer was this morning at 10:30 am. My acupuncturist came with to do a pre and post transfer session and even brought along some pastries from an amazing french baker in town. Yeah, I know... pastries are NOT what the Chinese medical doctor ordered, but at the point of a 4th IVF, 6th transfer, I'm throwing all rules out the window.
Now, let's just hope that I can survive through these next two weeks focusing on that hope and more amazing pastries and not on the fear.
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