Over 5 years ago I lost twins to stillbirth and early twin loss. There were miscarriages to deal with as well. In 2009 after a misscairrage I found out I have a genetic disorder. It's not as rare as I wish it were but my specific genes affected are rare.
Point is, I don't know how to relate to people. I stopped going to church in 2010. We don't really talk about god much here.
We are infertile. Two weeks ago I had my tubes tied. I'm catholic. The only thing that gave me any comfort in all these years was knowing I couldn't have another baby that would die. The chances were so small that I would ever have a healthy baby bue I was fertile enoug to keep losing them. I had so much peace before and after. With NFP I had people with the church suggest pregnancy or tell me they were praying I would choose to get pregnant.
It's already so hard knowing you'll never have living children of your own. My husband does not want to adopt so I knew doing this meant the end to Motherhood.
It's not an easy choice but the church says it's the wrong one. If you knew me you would know all I've thought about for years is having kids.
I know we are supposed to carry our crosses and I didn't do that. Thing is I ache for a child. I know I could never have one on my own. I wast so much to have a circle of friends to relate to. I've finally met a few women with similiar stories. But there is still this emptiness where kids were meant to be.
I don't want to grieve any more. I'm tired of knowing my only children living in a cemetary. I never wanted to be barren.
I just keep thinking I'm going to die alone. I wish my husband could understand how important it was for me to at least try to adopt.
I can't imagine any pain greater or any emptiness that feels more vast.
Point is, I don't know how to relate to people. I stopped going to church in 2010. We don't really talk about god much here.
We are infertile. Two weeks ago I had my tubes tied. I'm catholic. The only thing that gave me any comfort in all these years was knowing I couldn't have another baby that would die. The chances were so small that I would ever have a healthy baby bue I was fertile enoug to keep losing them. I had so much peace before and after. With NFP I had people with the church suggest pregnancy or tell me they were praying I would choose to get pregnant.
It's already so hard knowing you'll never have living children of your own. My husband does not want to adopt so I knew doing this meant the end to Motherhood.
It's not an easy choice but the church says it's the wrong one. If you knew me you would know all I've thought about for years is having kids.
I know we are supposed to carry our crosses and I didn't do that. Thing is I ache for a child. I know I could never have one on my own. I wast so much to have a circle of friends to relate to. I've finally met a few women with similiar stories. But there is still this emptiness where kids were meant to be.
I don't want to grieve any more. I'm tired of knowing my only children living in a cemetary. I never wanted to be barren.
I just keep thinking I'm going to die alone. I wish my husband could understand how important it was for me to at least try to adopt.
I can't imagine any pain greater or any emptiness that feels more vast.