Sunday, July 27, 2014

Why Me?

Why me? When I ask that my first thought is always, "Because I can handle it." But what happens when I can't handle it anymore? What am I supposed to learn from this experience? I feel like I have stayed pretty levelheaded and kept it together, for the most part, through it all so far. I sometimes wonder when it will get to be too much, or if we will have a baby before it gets to that point.

If bad people didn't have babies I would think I'm somehow living my life wrong, but I know that's not the case. Everyone has babies-good or bad (as sad as that sometimes is!) Asking "Why?" is one of those things that I can ask until I drive myself crazy and I will never get an answer. It just is what it is and I can accept that or let it eat away at me until it destroys me.

Pregnancy and new babies are everywhere. Last night I was catching up on some reading (Us Weekly...celebrity gossip is a guilty pleasure), and I could not believe how many celebrities are expecting or have just welcomed new babies! I read the most recent issue then found all my old unread ones and read my oldest one from early June. I was shocked at how much pregnancy is in the (star) news! Not to mention all of the stories about star moms and children in the public eye (for example, baby Prince George just celebrated his first birthday and Brooke Burke has some new ways to get her kids to eat healthy). Pregnancy and babies are on television, in movies and in magazines...there is no avoiding it.
This is just from 2 issues...who knows what else I will find in the 6 I have left to catch up on!
I am glad I have learned to accept and deal with pregnancy around me because I think it would be completely exhausting (maybe impossible) to avoid pregnancy and baby announcements altogether. I've read blogs and Facebook posts about women dealing with infertility who block friends or posts on Facebook and avoid even family parties because it is too painful for them. I feel so sad for these women and the extreme pain they must feel. I myself cannot live in a bubble, so instead I choose to be happy for expectant and new parents. I still might avoid baby showers and 1st birthday parties if it's not for someone close to me.

I also still want to know about pregnancies...I don't want to be left in the dark. I appreciate that most of my friends and family don't try to "protect me" from their happy news and events. I will find out eventually and I think sooner is better. I might need time to process the news to be happy and I might choose not to attend a baby shower, but the choice should be mine. Where family is concerned I always end up thrilled (after the initial sting of the announcement) because a new baby in the family means a new niece or nephew for Ryan and I to enjoy. I love and treasure each and every one of our nieces and nephews (we now have SIXTEEN!!!)

More and more I have been thinking that I should ask the same question of "WHY?" about the good in my life too! (Those who know, know I always try to look on the bright side of any situation!) I might not think I deserve infertility, but do I deserve to have a good day at lunch with my sisters or a fun date with my husband when I'm in a bad mood or feeling negative? Probably not, but those are the things that can turn those bad days into good ones. In so many other areas of my life I feel so lucky and truly blessed: Ryan and I live in a house we both love in a great neighborhood (if only the landlord would sell!), have nice cars, are caught up on our bills, are able to do fun things, have a really great relationship with each other and we have a great dog who we are the world to (she will always be my first baby)!

When I go to the grocery store and leave with everything I want and need, something my family couldn't always do growing up (and I know not everyone is lucky enough to do), I am grateful to Ryan for working so hard for our blossoming little family. When we have quiet evenings alone together on the porch I am grateful for the time we have with just us. Every night I am thankful for my comfortable bed and my sweet little family sleeping next to me: Ryan and Saisha. Sometimes I wonder if I really deserve to have such a good life. Maybe it's not a matter of what I deserve, but just what is. Infertility is what it is and we can only do so much. I feel like we really are doing everything in our power and now it's just up to God. We just have to wait and see when and how we will become parents...I just hope we don't have to wait much longer.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

10 Things I've Learned About Infertility

I saw this same headline on a page I follow and instead of reading it, I decided to come up with my own list instead. In the last few years as infertility has become a bigger and bigger part of my life; I have learned things about not just the disease, but about myself and others as well.

1. Getting pregnant is actually really hard 
I used to think that starting a family was easy. It is a natural process and mammals are meant to procreate so how hard could it really be? In reality there is a slim window each month when conception is possible and most couples don't get pregnant on the first try (although most do get pregnant within a few months of trying). Normal couples only have a 25% chance of becoming pregnant each month. I don't think I ever would have known that if I had not struggled in that area. I've learned a lot about timing, ovulation, how my ovaries work, pregnancy, etc. Basically a woman has a 36-hour window each month, during which time the egg is making its way down the fallopian tube, for the sperm to meet up with the egg. Luckily sperm can survive in a woman's body for about 3 days, so they have time to wait around for the egg if needed. (With such a small window I am constantly amazed at the number of teenagers who get pregnant by accident.)

2. Most people don't know much about infertility
Most people think (as I did) that if you take fertility medications/hormones that you always end up with multiple babies (not just twins, but like 5 or 6!) I have learned that is definitely not true. Even though the risk for multiples is slightly increased, anything more than twins is extremely rare. Doctors only want you to have one baby at a time because of the risks involved with multiples (except for the Octomom's doctor, who implanted her with 12 embryos and lost his license because of it). I have also found that most people know very little about IVF and are actually very curious about all that is involved in it. Some people are afraid to talk about it until I bring it up. Once they realize I'm okay answering their questions, they ask lots of them. I like letting people know about infertility, not just for me, but also for the other people in their lives who they might understand better after learning a little about it. Talking about it also might help those who easily become pregnant appreciate what a blessing that truly is.

3. Infertility is more common than you think
Infertility is not as rare as I thought, it just seems that way because most people affected by it don't talk about it. Infertility affects 1 in 8 couples. That is almost 10% of couples, which is a lot of people. Not talking about it doesn't make it go away, it just makes people oblivious to the problem. Talking about it actually helps! It helps me feel better to share my struggles as well as hear about the struggles of others because it makes me feel less alone. I have had a couple of women going through infertility reach out to me for support after reading my blog and I have reached out to a few women myself. Knowing I am not alone in this and that there are others who understand what I am going through and feeling makes it easier sometimes. 

4. You don't know what it's like until you're in it
I have heard this many times before. Every day I realize more and more just how true it is though. Realizing this has made me a little more understanding of those not experiencing it themselves and also has made me feel more compassion toward those suffering from different types of infertility than myself. No infertility struggle is the same, but the one thing all of them have in common is the pain. Further you don't know how you're going to feel about a specific treatment, procedure or outcome until you get there and experience it yourself. Some news is more upsetting than other news and you never know what is going to get to you the most. I think it's like that with anything in life though: you never understand completely until you experience something yourself. There are some things that I will only talk about with someone who is experiencing infertility herself. 

5. Things don't always work out the way you think they will 
In dealing with constant disappointment I have come to realize that nothing is a sure thing. New treatments don't always work the first time around and some won't work at all. It is still hard not to get excited each time we try a new treatment or procedure though. Every time we try something new I am so confident that this time we figured out the cure to our problem, only to be left disappointed when it doesn't work. I feel like we are getting better at not getting our hopes up too much, but sometimes it is hard. I also have to remember not to have expectations going into our appointments. It has not always been smooth sailing and sometimes we don't get the results or news we expected. I have definitely developed a thicker skin since starting this process. It is what it is and sometimes you just have to roll with the punches.

6. IVF isn't a sure thing
I always thought that IVF was this big, expensive and magical solution. It was the thing we would try once we exhausted all of our other options (and saved up tens of thousands of dollars). Well, we did exhaust all other options and so here we are. As it turns out it is not a magical cure-there is no such thing. It is expensive, but not as expensive as I once thought it was. IVF is the treatment with the best odds, but it's still a gamble. It doesn't always work in the end and it often takes more than just one or two tries. It's a lot more complicated than I thought it would be with all of the injections, exact doses and perfect timing--it's all so precise and really just amazing. It also comes with some risks (like OHSS) and side effects (like night sweats) that I never expected.

7. Our infertility does not define who we are
This thing we are dealing with is more important to me (and Ryan) than anyone else. It's hard to get used to our infertility and treatments not being the top thing on the minds of those around us when those things are such a central part of our own lives. Sometimes, when I tell someone what a big, important thing this is to me, they don't say much and move on to other topics more quickly than I would like. IVF is always on my mind. But people don't know what a big part of my life this is unless I tell them. Ryan and I are still who we are and our friends and families still see us for who we are, not just as this infertile couple they know. I have to remind myself to focus on my accomplishments and things I am good at so I don't define myself by this one thing I can't seem to do. I am so much more than just "infertile."

8. Be forgiving and don't judge others
Not everyone understands what I am going through. I have learned that I need to be understanding of others when they say things I think of as insensitive because they probably didn't mean for it to sound that way. Sometimes good-intended advice hurts and jokes can strike a nerve. I have to remind myself that it is okay if people who know about our journey don't ask questions along the way; it doesn't mean they don't care-maybe they just don't know what to say. I also have to not let it get to me when someone close to me asks questions that I've recently addressed in my blog: not everyone reads every post and that is okay (there are only 3 people that I know read every single post: Ryan, his mom and my dad; for that I am so grateful).

9. Support shows up in unexpected places
You never know where support might come from. I have received messages of encouragement from friends who I rarely see or haven't spoken to in years. Some of them are parents, some are single and some don't want children of their own, but all of them are cheering me on and praying for us in our journey to parenthood. I have even run into old friends who have told me they read my blog and are really hoping things work out for us. The messages of sympathy and encouragement we receive along the way are so inspiring and really do lift my spirits. I never realized just how many great friends we had in our corner until I shared our struggle on this blog and Facebook.

10. Appreciate the little things in life
All the time spent waiting for a baby has really taught me to appreciate the simple pleasures in life. It's not just the little things, it's everything. If I get too caught up in our infertility I miss out on all the fun my life can be. Ryan and I make plans for the weekends, go to movies, eat dinner together every night, go for walks or drives, or out for ice cream. Lately we have really been enjoying sitting on the porch or in the backyard and just taking in this beautiful weather and relaxing together. I love all of these things.

I do things for me too: I clean and garden to beautify my life, exercise and get ready every day to feel better about myself, cook and write because I enjoy it, mediate and do crafts because I feel accomplished when I do and read or play the piano to relax. I enjoy the free time I have to do the things I love and I also know that once we have children I might not be able to do as much of those things. All of these things keep my mind off of infertility and IVF. Appreciating what I do have and what I can do helps to keep me balanced and centered.

Did I miss anything? I am sure I still have more that I will learn as we progress through more treatments and cycles, but for now I feel pretty content with this list. Looking back, I wish I could remember better exactly when some of these lessons occurred to me (some of them I am still learning). I honestly don't know when infertility came onto my radar because it seems like it lingered in my peripheral for a long time before it came into full view a couple of years ago. It's crazy how you just seem to fall further and further down the rabbit hole until you don't even remember what life was like on the other side.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Dealing with Stress and Taking Breaks

I have heard stories of couples who succumb to the stress of infertility and take a break from treatments. I think most couples who take breaks still hold out hope that a pregnancy will occur (I know I sometimes think about it even though I have been on birth control in between cycles to keep everything under control), but sometimes you need a break to stay sane. As far as stress is concerned, Ryan will tell you that since we started IVF I am less stressed about getting pregnant than I was when we were tracking cycles, taking Clomid or waiting to start IVF.

The worst time of our infertility for me was when I was tracking my cycles and doing ovulation predictor kits so we could try to time everything just right. For a couple weeks out of every month I peed on strips every morning waiting for the two pink lines that meant I was about to ovulate. I was a stress case about making sure we had sex at just the right time, but only every other day to make sure we got the best of Ryan's little swimmers. This might be too much information (sorry mom and dad), but you can see how infertility can suck the romance out of your sex life!

Every month I experienced the dreaded Two-Week-Wait where I wished and hoped and prayed that my period would not come and every month it came right on time. I used to cry when I saw blood on the toilet paper in the morning. Then, to make matters worse, I would have mind numbing cramps for the first few days, which I thought of as Mother Nature's way of shouting, "Screw you! Not this time, Charlotte!" After the bleeding stopped, I would start waiting for ovulation again so we could start over. After a couple years of this, the frustration of our failure to achieve a pregnancy really started to get to me. Once I started Clomid, it got worse. On Clomid I had hot flashes and throbbing, swollen breasts to add to the list of stress factors.

Once we found out how slim our chances of conceiving on our own were, I was so relieved. I was not doing something wrong this whole time. That was really when we started our first break. We had a plan to do IVF, but couldn't start quite yet. We had tests and procedures and I even a minor surgery, so it did not really feel like much of a break. On top of all that I was on Norethindrone, which made me gain weight no matter how hard I tried to stop it.

For me, our first real break started when we decided to wait until after the new year to do our first round of IVF and had finished all of the tests and procedures we needed to do beforehand. Ryan took a trip to Houston, Texas with my brother-in-law where they went to an NFL game and NASA in November and in December my sister and I went to San Francisco and Napa, California for sight seeing and a wine tour. We both had so much fun on our "last vacations before IVF." That part actually felt like a break. I was excited to start IVF, but fully enjoying my time before. We had great vacations and a great Christmas.

Once I scheduled our first cycle we ended up having more time to do fun stuff. I was not happy about it though. I was eager to get started so having another month to wait felt more like a frustrating delay than a break. However, our trip to Florida changed all that and we ended up having a great time and really relishing in the time we had on vacation as a twosome, for what we thought would be the last time. <Our Last Vacations Before Baby>

The most stressful part of IVF for me was the first cycle. The side effects of the hormones for the egg retrieval process were terrible plus I was borderline OHSS so I had take preventative steps for that. The biggest stressors though were the other things going on in my life. I was getting ready for the biggest project of the year for my graduate certificate course, my dad was moving out of state (I was helping by packing and moving small stuff and I supervised the movers) and my grandpa was dying (he passed away right before our embryo transfer). <A Bittersweet Week>

Looking back I realize how much I needed a break after our negative pregnancy test. I had so many emotional (and physical with the egg retrieval) things go on over that month. I ended up getting a longer break than I planned on because I had to have another Hysteroscopy. This break I did not really look at as a break and enjoy it as much as I should have. I think my biggest problem was that it was an unexpected break. It was cut short though (which I was grateful for) when the results of my procedure were better than expected. <Moving Forward>

This last break has really felt like a break. When I shared the new schedule I had so many friends tell me to just have fun this summer and be grateful for the time I have to feel normal during the nicest months of the year. That is just what I have done. Ryan and I have had hosted several family parties (I have several spring and summer birthdays in my family), my sister had a baby, we went to St. George for Father's Day, had the biggest 4th of July fireworks show we have ever had in our backyard, went to see our niece's dance recital and nephew's baseball championship games, created a beautiful garden with Ryan's sister and just relaxed. We cook on the barbeque and eat on the porch a couple of times a week and go for evening drives. We have really enjoyed just being together. We still have the Tim McGraw concert, a camping trip and Wicked to look forward to in the next few weeks. It has really been an unforgettable summer with only the good kinds of stress (like prepping for parties).
A Summer To Remember! 2014
Some little things I do that help keep my stress at bay:
  • I created a playlist of songs that help me feel relaxed and I listen to the playlist in the car and at home (I also loaded some of my favorite classical pieces onto my phone for really stressful days)
  • I exercise every morning for 45 minutes (lately I've been doing Zumba on our Kinect)
  • I made a schedule and complete a couple chores around the house each day to stay caught up (a clean house makes me happy)
  • I work in the garden a little every morning
  • We have tried to see all of our nieces and nephews more and really appreciate the time we get with them
  • I write posts for this blog :)
I am a very organized and scheduled person: I like to have a plan in place. I am always thinking ahead. Because of this I feel like IVF is perfect for me. IVF is all about schedules and timing. I do everything I am supposed to do when I am supposed to do it so there is never any of the added stress of wondering what I could have done different: timed things differently, taken different supplements, exercised more or less, etc. I feel very content with the plan we have in place. I also feel like I have the hang of this now. I know many couples have to try many times before they get pregnant or give up because of the stress and I am sure the more we try the more the stress will build.

As each cycle progresses I do get more anxious, but having changes in medications, doses and injection schedules helps break up the time between the start of a cycle and the embryo transfer. The most stressful time is the Two-Week-Wait between the embryo transfer and pregnancy test. Last time I stayed busy mediating as much as I could, which helped. A negative pregnancy test-after all the work leading up to it-is emotionally exhausting and requires some recovery time. Having a few weeks off is good for me even though right after the results I am always ready to jump right back in.

I just feel content with what we are doing and I think that helps keep my stress levels down. I look ahead but not too far. For the rest of our embryos (we have 5, if we need them all) I know what to expect. That makes it easier. Now that I have done it a couple of times I feel good about looking at the in between time as a nice little break to relax and just do whatever we want. If we run out of embryos and have to REALLY start over, then we will decide then if we need a longer break or if we want to dive back in or look into other options.

Overall, I have learned the value of taking a break. This has been a wonderful summer and I am thankful for that. I feel rejuvenated and relaxed starting this cycle. I hope our next break between treatments involves a pregnancy and a baby, but if not I am determined to keep a positive outlook and not give up. If I need to, I will stay positive by filling that time between cycles with fun and rewarding activities and quality time with my hubby!

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Cycle 3 UPDATE: July 16, 2014

I started my Lupron injections on Sunday. Again, Lupron is used to quiet things down and prevent ovulation. With IVF it's all about control and exact timing. I'm also on birth control pills until Sunday, then I'll stop them and have my period. I start estrogen pills in a week, then progesterone injections three weeks. 

I think repeated injections weaken the tissue because I bruise more each time! The Lupron shots didn't cause any bruising the first time (although the FSH injections definitely did-along with quite a bit of irritation). Last time I bruised occasionally with the Lupron shots, more frequently towards the end of them. I still have some slight discoloration on the right side of my stomach (where I bruised more) that hasn't gone away since our first try in February. 

This time I already have a bruise (small, but dark purple) from yesterday and it was only my 3rd shot...it's going to be a long month! As for the progesterone injections that I will start in a couple of weeks, I found last time that if I put a hot washcloth on the area and rub it for a few minutes right after Ryan gives me the shot, the pain, bruising, lumps and numb spots are not nearly as bad (although even now I do still have some spots that are numb to the touch, but hurt when I push on them). I'm not dreading those as much as I was last time.

Yesterday morning we went to the clinic and I had to have an endometrial biopsy (womb scratching) again. I've been dreading it since I found out I would have to go through it again-it is so painful! In case you missed it last time, you can read about my experience here. It really only hurts while it's happening, but while that plastic tube is being swiped around inside me, my uterus screams! 

After the doctor had me all prepped and ready, just before he started the scratching part, the nurse told Ryan that he should come hold my hand and be ready for intense squeezing! I didn't hurt him...I tend to hold still and stiffen-more straighten my fingers-rather than squeezing or clenching my fists in intense situations. Of course Ryan might remember it differently!

It was over so fast and I was again left with terrible cramps. They were pretty bad with sharp twinges all the way home, but by the time I had lunch and took a 2 hour nap they had gotten a little better. For the rest of the night they felt like regular menstrual cramps. I felt good enough to go to a movie last night and small claims court to mediate this morning. I still have a little cramping now and then, but nothing too bad.

Going through IVF is such a strange experience. I am doing all this stuff to get pregnant, but at the same time I am able to do everything I would normally do. Besides having to take pills or give myself shots in random places (for example, this morning I gave myself my Lupron shot in the parking lot of the Utah County Court House) life feels pretty normal. Between now and our embryo transfer we are going to a concert, attending a birthday party, going camping, and seeing Wicked-I even have a dentist appointment-all in the next three weeks. I have alarms set on my phone to remind me to take my pills or give my shots at the same times every day and I carry what I need to in my purse.

The only side effects of the hormones I have to take for a frozen transfer are slight headaches (nothing that an ibuprofen won't take care of) and weight gain (which I feel like I can keep under control with Zumba, Yoga and walking). After the transfer I am on limited activity for two weeks, but up until then I can exercise normally. Everyone keeps asking how I feel and how things are going, but everything is pretty good. Now that I am back on hormones I feel like our break is over, and I'm back on this strict medication schedule. The hardest part is the waiting. I know my emotions will get a little more complicated as our transfer date (August 11) gets closer, but right now I'm just trying to take everything day by day, week by week.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Generations of Moms and Dads

All week I have been working on a photo book to give my grandpa for his 80th birthday. As I have looked through old pictures I have thought a lot about parents, children and aging, as well as my own relationship with my grandparents. I've realized that wanting to be a mom is not just about having a baby, it's about the lasting legacy that is created through family. If I never become a mother I also never get to be a grandma. My mind has been on babies and my childhood all week! I love seeing my wise old grandparents as young inexperienced parents and wondering what that was like for them. I am sure they made many of the same mistakes that I will make with my own children someday.

Looking through pictures from 80 years of my grandfather's life has made me realize just how big it all is: when Grandpa Bill was born, his mom and dad became parents, then he and my grandmother had my dad and they became parents, then my dad and mom had me and they became parents. Now I look forward to the day that a baby comes to me and Ryan making us parents also. So many families grow out of one family.
Grandpa (back row second from left) with his wife, brother and sister-in-law (far left), 2 kids, 3 granddaughters (and our husbands) and 4 great-grandchildren (this picture is only missing 2 grandchildren and 1 great-grandson)
My paternal grandmother passed away at the young age of 42 (in 1980), two years before I was born. As a result she has always been ageless to me. I was named after her so I have always felt a bit of a connection to her and been very curious about who she was and what she was like. In my mind she will always be a 20-40-year-old mother. I cannot imagine her any older. She will always be young and beautiful. In my head I probably make her out to be more perfect than she actually was because I have only seen proof of the good times...nobody takes pictures of the bad times.

Through pictures I see my Grandma Charlotte experience things I hope to experience one day: things like feeding her baby a bottle, propping her baby up for a picture, teaching her toddler to walk, celebrating her child's birthday or posing with her children for a picture. When I see these photos, I imagine what was going on and being said as pictures were taken, and I always imagine my Grandma Charlotte or Grandpa Bill behind the camera trying to get their small child to smile as they take a picture to preserve a memory. Looking through these old photos makes me sad in a way because when I see those pictures of my grandmother as a new mother it makes me long to be a mother myself even more. 
My grandparents with my aunt and dad (who is the baby in the top pictures)
It is so strange to look at pictures of my grandparents with my own parents as children and think that they were younger in those photos than I am now. In fact, by the time my grandparents were my age, my parents were about 10-years-old. When I think about that my age starts to bother me. I will always be at least 10 years older than my grandparents were when they first experienced the joy of becoming a parent and grandparent and all of the experiences in between. I don't want to be an old mom and I'm getting closer to it every day. I am about the same age now as my own mother was when she gave birth to my youngest sister.

I always add 18 years to my age and think if I were to have a baby now that is how old I will be when my child is grown. My mom was 50 when my youngest sister turned 18 and that seems like a good age. I know people have children later now than they did in generations past (except for in Utah), but I want to live to see my own grandchildren and great grandchildren. If I have a baby at 35 and that child has their own baby at 30, I will likely be dead by the time my grandchildren are the age I am now! In other words, my children and grandchildren will need to be young parents if I ever want to be a great-grandmother. (I know...someone please get me to stop thinking these depressing thoughts! See how my thoughts run away if I let them?)

Another thought I had looking through old pictures (on a happier note), is that I had a really great childhood and I miss being a kid sometimes (thank you mom and dad)! I look back at pictures of the things my family did together growing up and I can't wait to share in some of those same types of experiences with my own children. Part of me is excited to raise kids because I think parents get to kind of relive their childhoods through their kids. 

In an acting class in college I learned about something called the "Mirror Neuron Theory." The Mirror Neuron Theory is basically an explanation for empathy: we get emotional watching other people or even movies or sports because mirror neurons in our brain fire when we see others experience things we have experienced and feel things we have felt causing us to mirror their emotions. Applying this to raising kids I really think that it is fun to watch kids experience things we remember having fun doing because it causes us to feel that excitement as memories of our own experiences come flooding back. Things like fireworks, carnival rides, summer rain, sledding, jumping in leaves, visiting grandma, learning how to ride a bike and waking up my birthday and Christmas morning are all good memories (I wish I had pictures of all of them) and things I cannot wait to watch my own children experience. I even have favorite movies that I am excited for me and Ryan to one day watch with our own children.
4 Generations, Climbing a tree, Morning of my 4th Birthday, Christmas, Disneyland, With Grandma and my cousin
With all this thinking about grandparents, I decided to call my grandma (Mom's mom) today. I asked her what one of her favorite memories of being a mom was. She said that she had 4 daughters, so she had to go through the same things more than once because they all influenced each other. She started straight into a story about my mom. My mom was the oldest child in her family and like my grandma when she was young, my mom was a little shy around people. One day my grandma had a church function to attend. My grandpa was busy at another function so my grandma decided to take my mom with her.

Every time someone walked in the room they would see my mom, a cute little 4-1/2 year old off to the side, and go over to say hi to her. She would get shy and run back to my grandma. This one boy who knew who she was had also come with his mom and he walked up to my mom to say hi. She was sitting on the floor and stood up when he came over. Grandma saw them talking and thought she'd just leave her alone since she looked happy.

After 3 or 4 minutes he said he had to go because he had a brother he was supposed to be watching over. She came running back to my grandma with a big smile on her face and said, "Mama, Mama! Guess what? I was talking to a big boy and he was really nice to me! He talked to me and he didn't make fun of me." She also said that he told her she was so pretty and he wished he could have a little sister like her, but he only had brothers. She thought he was the most wonderful boy she ever met. She thought it was so neat he stopped to talk to her because he was so much older than her.  My grandma said for months after that my mom would get this funny smile on her face before she would say his name. 

At the end of the story my grandma said, "She was a very timid little girl. Every one of my girls went through a shy faze in their own way." This story was just one example she could think of where she watched one of her four daughters come out of her shell a little. Something else she said about the story struck me: she said that she didn't know if my mom even remembered that, but she would never forget how excited my mom was about this little boy who was like her first crush. I look forward to experiencing moments like that. As much as I remember about my childhood, there are so many things that I was too young to remember. I am sure my own mother has some treasured memories about my infant and toddler years that I don't even know about. I want to make memories like that with my own children and be able to see them accomplish so many of their own "firsts."

Another memory my grandma told me about was of my mom when she was very first born. My grandma did not have a hard time getting pregnant, but she had a hard time staying pregnant. Before my mom she had four miscarriages, then after my mom she had four more then one more between two of my aunts. A couple of those losses were actually babies born so early that they just did not survive. One lived for a few minutes and was so tiny that the infant fit in my grandma's hand.

My mom was also born very premature. She was so early and so small that the doctor told my grandma she would not live. At just 20 years old, my grandma had such strong faith in God that she just knew that this baby was meant to live. She was able to receive a blessing by a general authority who was in Salt Lake for LDS General Conference (they lived in Provo at the time). She said it was a wonderful blessing and she doesn't remember all of it, but she does remember he said that this baby (my mom) would live and she would have a good spiritual time here on earth growing up and having her own family (which she did, and I am here because of it). My grandma said to me, "I clung to that with every fiber of my being. I knew she would live and that God would help me. I felt the spirit with me, that God was taking over and that she would live. After that prayer was given there was not one more problem with her."

Grandma had a blessing every time she got pregnant because she was afraid if she didn't her babies wouldn't live. "I never did just get them. I had to fight for them," she said of her babies. Nearly 23 years after her first baby was born, her fourth baby was born: my aunt Lanna. Grandma said she knew after Lanna came that she was the last one. 
My mom as a baby (top row) and proud big sister. Bottom right: grandma and grandpa with their 4 girls.
I see my own mother fear the day her mother passes. I am scared for her because I don't know what I would do without my own mom and I can only imagine how hard it will be to lose her someday. For my mom's youngest sister I just think how overwhelming it must feel to her to be in her mid-thirties and already thinking about her mother passing away due to old age. Losing my grandfather (mom's dad) this past February made me realize how precious time with grandparents is and how much we need our parents still even when we are all grown up. I really want to be there for my kids as long as I can.

Sometimes I look at my dad and his little sister and I feel sad for them. They don't have their mother and I know they miss her. Despite her flaws my grandmother was a good mom and I know by the kind of parents my dad and aunt are to me, my sisters and my cousins that she raised them well. I love seeing my dad and aunt interact and seeing the sibling bond (and rivalry...no one can give my dad crap like my aunt!) Some of their stories and the way they talk to each other remind me of stories of Ryan and his sister growing up. I want so badly to have babies of my own and watch them interact and play and fight and then grow up to be friends. I want to see the people they grow into and the parents they become as they create families for themselves.

I am constantly amazed by my two younger sisters in their roles as mothers in the families they have created. Lately I have been so impressed with my baby sister. She was never the babysitting type and was sometimes a little impatient with kids, but she is such a good mother. I love watching her interact with her little 2-year-old daughter and come running when her new baby boy cries. She has grown up so much in the last few years since becoming a mom and I am so proud of her.

My baby sister all grown up with babies of her own!
I want Ryan and I to be able to have our children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren over to celebrate our 80th birthdays (or maybe 90th if we're talking great-grandchildren) someday. Seeing my grandpa at his party with his little brother, children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren made me realize just how much one man can mean to so many. He is the reason most of us at the party were even born in the first place and all of us have looked up to him. It has been so amazing to look back and see what one person can accomplish in their life.

Family is so important and it is through our children that family continues and grows. Not only do I want the experience of raising kids, but I also want to create a legacy to leave behind. I want my grandchildren to remember their own Grandma Charlotte and look back fondly on memories after I'm gone. I want to help grow my family and pass on my own family's values and traditions mixed with those of Ryan's family to create the perfect blend of both families for our children to pass down as their own. Families really do live on through children.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Reset and Reboot

It has been a long and busy week. I have had some emotional drama going on (which I will not get into, but rest assured that Ryan and I are fine), we are hosting a big family party this weekend for my grandpa's 80th birthday (which means cleaning, cooking and prepping for houseguests--but I love hosting parties, so really I am excited for it) and I start my hormone injections on Sunday--which mean our IVF break is almost over. I am excited to get started again, but it is also a bit daunting to start all over again.

I haven't been sleeping well for the past few weeks and have been dead tired by 9 or 10 o'clock every night this week (unusual for me..I'm typically more of a night owl). I wake up feeling sleepy then push myself to exercise to get my body moving. All I really want to do is go back to sleep. I haven't taken a nap in a while, but sometimes it sounds SO GOOD! I know slowing down and relaxing would probably be good for me, but I feel like the easiest way to keep my spirits up is to keep moving. But, I think that really sometimes I just need to stop and reset (who doesn't?)

The person who taught me that sometimes we need to reset? My 2-year-old niece! I babysat her two days a week from 9-4 for 4 months. Not long after lunch, she would stop being her sweet self and I would know it was naptime. Around 1, we would start quiet time, which consisted of us laying in my bed and me reading books of her choosing to her until she fell asleep. After her nap she would always wake up SO HAPPY! Sometimes I looked so forward to playing with her in her happy sweet mood that I would get bored waiting for her to wake up and go check on her every five minutes just waiting for her to stir! Plus she looks so sweet sleeping, who wouldn't want to go look at her!
Isn't she just precious?!!
I started napping occasionally with her on days that I felt particularly comfortable and relaxed laying beside her after reading our story books. I found out there is no better way to nap than next to a sweet little baby! I would lay there and daydream about the day I will get to cuddle with my own sweet little one someday! I had the added advantage of giving her back to her mom not long after naptime, leaving me plenty of time alone to accomplish anything around the house that needed to be done (a luxury moms don't have...though I still suggest making time to nap with your kids occasionally!) My favorite days were the days when I woke up with her because she would be so happy to find me still in the bed next to her!
How can this face not make you smile?!!
I used to feel guilty for doing nothing instead of doing things that needed to be done around the house, but I've learned that allowing myself to check out and take a break keeps my stress levels down and makes me happier in the long run. No matter what, I always feel better after a break like this-more peaceful and centered. If I fall asleep, then I get to have a nap...in that case I figure my body needed some shut down time to re-energize, just like my toddler niece needs every day. My point is, just sitting or laying in silence, eyes opened or closed, mind turned on or off, is actually healthy for me. 

Sometimes I just like to lay still in my quiet house and do nothing for a few minutes if I'm feeling particularly sad, hurt or stressed about something. Sometimes I shut off my brain and other times I just let my thoughts flow until I get lost in them. Sometimes I fall asleep and sometimes I gain the inspiration to get up and write. Sometimes I curl up on the couch and other times I stretch out in a warm, sunny place on the carpet. Either way I just lay there and enjoy the silence (and the quiet breathing of Saisha who is never far from me napping herself).
This is what she does all day
There are days when I look things up online about early pregnancy symptoms and IVF success rates until my eyes burn. I wear myself out wondering and researching; it starts to make me feel very stressed out. In the mentally exhausting game of infertility sometimes a few minutes of nothing is exactly what I need to relax so I can keep going! Plus, from what I hear from parents, this might be the last time in years that I will be able to have these nice relaxing breaks...so I figure I should treasure them and take advantage of that time while I have it (which is hopefully not for too much longer!)

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Our Fur-Baby, Saisha

I never realized just how many couples struggling with infertility adopt pets! In following a couple of infertility web pages and online communities I have learned that many of these couples have a dog or cat that helps keep them sane through the process. These pets are lovingly referred to as “Fur Babies.” Ryan and I are parents to our own fur baby, a 13-year-old pure bred American Pit Bull Terrier named Saisha.

Saisha came into my life before any of my nieces or nephews. My parents adore her and my sisters’ kids are almost as excited to see her as they are to see me and Ryan when they come to our house. Saisha protects those little girls like they were her own. She is definitely part of the family.
I moved out of my dad’s house in April 2001 and Saisha came to live with me less than 2 months later. She was the runt of the litter and last puppy to be adopted. The name on her papers was “Campbell’s Soul Crusher” (I knew that name had to go). I got the name Saisha from my friend who had a niece with the same name. Saisha has been with me through good times and bad times, happy days and sad ones. She has cuddled up to me when I have cried and kissed my tears away more times than I can count and she always keeps me company when I am home alone. She has been with me for nearly my entire adult life and I cannot imagine my life without her. She is my baby girl.
Saisha: the puppy days
I find myself constantly wishing that dogs lived as long as people because I don’t want to ever have to let her go and it scares me that she is getting to the age where I need to think about what saying goodbye might be like (average lifespan for the breed is 12-14 years). I had a dream last night that I met a man who had a 21-year-old pit bull. After meeting him I felt so happy and relieved knowing there was a possibility that Saisha could live for 8 years. Now that I am awake, I realize that is very unlikely. Living 21 years would probably make her the oldest pit bull ever to live.

Raising Baby

I learned a lot about raising a puppy through my mistakes, much like I am sure many parents do when they have children. Saisha was the cutest puppy I have ever seen! She was also the most destructive puppy I have ever owned. She chewed on EVERYTHING! She chewed up the heels on several pairs of my boots, ate every leather strap on two pair of sandals, chewed the knobs off the bottom drawer of my dresser, gnawed on the legs of chairs, ate my underwear out of the hamper anytime she could get to it and chewed on remotes or anything left in her reach. She would dig up my houseplants and even scratched up the carpet in my extra bedroom, leaving a big hole. Every time I turned my back she was trying to eat, chew or dig up something. Just like with kids, I learned how to take care of my puppy through trial and error (and made some mistakes in the process).

First Snow, Giant Bone, Playing in the yard, Tug-of-War with Gus, Moab, Down by the River and Digging in the Mud!
She was attached to me from day one. I took her with me any time I could. She was so small I could take her almost anywhere, but had to leave her to go to work. I started by locking her in the bathroom, but she shredded the back of the door. So next, I borrowed a dog crate from a friend. I felt bad leaving her all day with no water so I left her a small bowl of water and a blanket with her in the kennel.

The first day I came home to watered down poop everywhere. I decided the water was a bad idea. Even without the water, she still managed to make just as bad of a mess and I had to bathe a poop and pee soaked dog when I got home. I then did some research and learned that my kennel was too big. It was for a large adult dog, which I thought would be nice because she would have space to move around, but as it turns out, when you crate train dogs, they behave better with less space. So I put a box in the back to take up some of the extra space. It worked and I never had to bathe a poop-muddied puppy again.

A few months later I was living in a duplex with a yard. Unfortunately the yard was not fenced. I bought a long leash and tied her to the clothes line post in the backyard. I thought she would like being able to play outside on nice days. I got home and she was GONE. Her leash was frayed in a perfect line at the end. It was such a straight line that if it hadn’t been frayed I would’ve thought someone had cut it. I panicked and started walking up the street, looking in neighbor’s yards and calling for her. I lived within a block of 4500 South between 700 and 900 East-all busy roads. I was frantic and crying. I thought I had lost her forever and it was all my fault.

Before too long my ex-husband’s dad pulled up, opened the door to his truck and out jumped Saisha with about a foot of her leash still hanging from her collar. He had seen her wandering around the parking lot of the K-Mart (on the other side of 4500 South) where he had stopped to buy supplies to work on the duplex (which he owned and rented to us). I got lucky that day. I also decided to try leaving Saisha loose in the house when I left after that. She surprised me and was so good! As long as I made sure the house was clean, nothing was on the floor that she could get into and the bathroom door was closed (she still likes to shred tissue out of the garbage) she was a perfect angel (most days)! It was another year before she stopped chewing stuff up altogether. She will still eat my underwear if I don’t shove it down to the bottom of the hamper.
Saisha Got So Big...2001-2005

More Babies

There was a time in my life when I kept bringing home puppies and kittens: First my ex-husband surprised me with a kitten. Then a year later I decided Saisha needed a friend, so I adopted another pit bull puppy (who ended up being animal aggressive-and killed my cat-when he grew up so I had to find him a new home). Then I got a new kitten and decided he needed a friend so I found a mini pinscher puppy to keep him company. Less than a year later I stopped to look at some puppies while test-driving a car and next thing I knew I was on my way to the ATM to get cash for springer spaniel puppy. A few months later, while walking my dogs, I picked out a kitten from a litter the neighbor was giving away for free. Six months later I saw a sign for puppies while on a weekend vacation once and decided I just wanted to look. I came home from the trip with a golden retriever puppy.
Saisha with her brothers and sisters
Saisha playing (and napping) with friends and siblings
The longer I tried to get pregnant the more baby animals I brought home! By the time I got divorced in early 2006 I had four dogs and two cats. My ex took the springer and one cat, my mom took the other cat and I found it was near impossible finding a place to rent with three dogs so I had to find families to take two of them. I knew I could never trust anyone to care for Saisha like I could, plus she had separation anxiety and I did not think she would survive without me. I needed her and she needed me. I still miss my other babies so much and get sad every time I think about them. I think that loss is the reason I have exercised great self control in this area over the last 8 or so years…now I just don’t even stop to look at puppies or kittens.

Daddy

I met Ryan when Saisha was 7½. He dropped me off at my dad’s townhouse after our first date. After walking me to the door, saying goodnight and giving me a quick kiss, he walked back to his car on the curb and I went inside to take Saisha out to do her nightly business. Ryan had driven to the end of the street to turn around and was driving back by towards the exit of the apartment complex as I walked out with Saisha on her leash.

Instead of driving by Ryan decided to stop and meet Saisha. He pulled up to the curb, got out and walked around the front of the car asking if this was Saisha, who he had heard so much about. She walked up to him, tail wagging, without a hint of aggression or even a little suspicion. I knew right then that he was an even better guy than I had imagined. Usually Saisha took a little time getting used to people and she had become very protective since my divorce. Saisha was a very good judge of character. She pooped on the living room carpet every time I left her with one old boyfriend and she tried to bite another guy I dated (on several occasions…I should have trusted her!) In her adult life Saisha had never loved a person from the second she met them, until Ryan.

Saisha drives Ryan crazy sometimes and is quite the grump now that she is older, but Ryan adores her. He tucks her into bed at night, lifts her up and down off of our bed when he can stop her from jumping (jumping is so hard on her old joints) and always checks to make sure I don’t forget to feed her or change her water. He cuddles up to her on the couch for a minute every time we come home and she whines if he doesn’t let her outside with him when he sits on the porch. She even waits by the door for him to come home when he works late and follows him around the house when she knows he’s about to leave. They are definitely closer than Ryan lets on. Sometimes I get jealous because she seems to like him more than me! Deep down I know I’ll always be her mommy though.
My 2 Loves!

Car Rides, Vacations and Activities

Saisha loves walks, parks and car rides. She has always been good at dog parks, but has had more fun with dogs she knows at home. She has also always been the perfect traveling companion on road trips (although she sleeps a little too much). She gets so excited to get in the car that we have to make sure not to let her see her seat belt harness or leash until after she goes to the bathroom and eats in the morning or she gets too excited and won’t do either. Once we arrive in a parking lot she is so excited she starts whining and won’t hold still. It’s like watching a child jump up and down giggling.

Now that Saisha is older, she has a hard time going on more than short walks: she tires quickly and slows way down plus she has a shoulder that gives her trouble and she walks with a limp that worsens the more she walks. Now I can only include her on the cool down portion of my walks. She knows when I put on tennis shoes it means I am going for a walk. If I want to get any exercise I have to hide my shoes and put them on without her seeing me then sneak out of the house. If she knows I am going on a walk without she sits in the middle of the living room howling and barking the entire time I am gone. Ryan is more of an early riser than myself or Saisha, so he usually manages to sneak out without waking either of us up.
I used to be so afraid to leave her. On vacations I found pet friendly hotels where we could stay or brought her crate and stayed with family. I took her camping, off-roading and four-wheeling. She sat on my lap off-roading (which got a little uncomfortable for me sometimes because of her nails) and she rode in front of me on my four-wheeler, sitting up, with her hind legs pinned between the sides of the seat and my thighs (I did have to go slow with her). I never let her ride in the backs of trucks because she was part of the family and family rides up front. Now, since discovering dog seat belts about 7 years ago, she rides seat-belted-in in the back seat, unless the airbag up front can be turned off (just like driving with kids).

I even used to take Saisha shooting with me when she was little. Because of it she is not gun shy, which means the boom of fireworks doesn’t scare her. She has always slept just fine in the house on Independence Day and I have even taken her to the fireworks show at Sugarhouse Park with me. She doesn’t seem to notice fireworks much and she loves car rides and going anywhere with me so really it’s kind of a treat for her. Taking her places has gotten her used to crowds and she is always on her best behavior in public. She is so good with the noise and crowds that she even impresses me sometimes. In the last year or two she has started losing her hearing (as is common with older dogs) and is now nearly deaf, so fireworks and noise are really nothing to her now!

Going to the Doctor

There are two places she has always been a nightmare to take; ironically it is the two places most people take their dogs: Petco and the vet. She goes nuts in Petco or PetSmart if I take her with me to buy food. I quit even trying after the first year I had her. I think all the smells are too much for her and as a result she is just hard to handle. At the vet she makes so much noise that I am sure she makes all the other animals nervous. I have to check in and wait outside until they can put us in a room. Once in the room she whines and paces and tries to sit on my lap. She will not let the vet touch her and has even snapped at him.

It took a few visits (including one when the vet sitting on the floor with her to prove he wasn’t a threat) to figure out how to handle her (and find the perfect doctor), but we’ve discovered it is all about me: she thinks she is protecting me or doing me a favor. Once the vet takes her away from me she is a different dog: she lets him check her feet, her ears and even her teeth. He said that as soon as they cross the threshold into the hallway she stops pulling on the leash and whining and starts walking like a perfectly behaved dog. I’m glad he can see that she is not the aggressive out-of-control dog she pretends to be with me around!

Poor Sick Baby

On our most recent visit to the vet she had to be sedated. I took her in for her annual senior check-up just over a week ago. A few days before her appointment, she had been sniffing around in the weeds in our backyard and suddenly started sneezing uncontrollably. As I suspected, she had snorted a foxtail. I always have the vet check her ears for them because he has found them before and this time was no different. To remove them from deep in her ears and even check up her nose they had to sedate her pretty heavily. The vet brought me in the back to show me this time (after she was drugged). I got to look in her ears and watch them remove the foxtails (there were about SEVEN in her ears) and take blood and urine samples. It was really neat to see what they do, but a little sad watching them roll my limp baby over.

They had me wait in the lobby while they woke her back up (so she wouldn’t freak out when she saw me). When they brought her out she was hilarious. Her behavior reminded me of the videos of kids after the dentist. She kept falling down against my legs. Then once we got to the car she kept stepping forward and falling against the door every time I opened it. It took me about four tries to get the door open then I had to lift her into the car. Once we got home (and I carried her into the house-not an easy feat with a 60 lb. dog) I was afraid to leave her alone. She would stand for a minute then start swaying and slowly go down. I didn’t want her to try and go upstairs or downstairs and fall. I stayed with her until Ryan got home then had him sit with her while I ran a couple errands.
My poor baby at the vet (falling on my feet), in the car and finally home.
That night she would not quit whining. The vet said she might be a little sore from the scope he had to use to see deep into her ears and from him moving and feeling her shoulder trying to figure out what was wrong (he suspects a soft tissue injury, which is hard to heal because it’s impossible to keep her off her feet). Even her nose was still a little bloody from the foxtail he pulled out. I tried to give her a pain killer in a treat, but she bit the pill and would not even eat the treat without it after that, so I put the pill in some peanut butter between two pieces of saltines and that is how I will continue doing pills from now on. I was awake with her for about three hours in the middle of the night. My poor baby kept crying and I knew she was in pain, but I had to wait to give her a pill. Then I had to wait for it to kick in and wait for her to calm down and fall back asleep.

The next day she did not eat or drink a thing. On the second day of her not eating or drinking I decided to try some chicken broth. She finally drank! I gave her chicken broth two more times that day trying to keep her hydrated. On the third day I soaked her food in chicken broth and finally got her to eat it. Since then she has been fine. It is so hard that she can’t tell me what is wrong or where it hurts! I wish she could tell me why when she won’t eat or what she needs. It’s like having a baby and not knowing why they’re crying or how to make it better.

Some fun facts about Saisha:

  • She used to get so excited when people came over that I had to take her outside to greet them because she wag her whole hind end and tinkle all over the place! 
  • She can open sliding glass doors and doors with lever handles if they are left unlocked. 
  •  She is so gentle with small animals: she let two kittens nurse on her and used to play with my mini pinscher by making grunting noises and rubbing her nose on the small dog’s belly while the little dog played as rough as she could (it was like watching a dad wrestle with his two-year-old).
  • She has always liked to play ball with herself: she jumps around with it in her mouth then flings her neck back and lets go to throw it and used to be able to catch it in the air! 
  • Her favorite game is tug-of-war. She used to never let go, but now I usually win. 
  • In her younger years she was a jumper. She could jump to impressive heights to catch balls, fribees or treats and could even jump over the 6-foot high fence in my backyard. 
  • She takes food from your hand in the most gentle manner and is the only dog I have ever had that I trusted to take treats from small children. 
  • She barks in the middle of the room when we cheer for football games and will jump on anyone who stands up and cheers. 
  • She watches us out the front window every time we leave (and makes me feel bad for not taking her). 
  • She slept in my bed until Ryan moved in. He can't sleep without a fan on and she didn't like the fan blowing on her so she started sleeping in her own bed for the first time. Now she sleeps in a chair next to my side of the bed.
 Saisha helps ease the pain of being childless by giving me someone to love and nurture-someone to mother. I feed her, take her to the doctor, play with her, make sure she gets exercise, tuck her into bed at night and even find babysitters to stay at my house with her when we go out of town (she’s getting too old to take on trips now…it's too stressful for her.) More than that, she is my best friend. She follows me around the house (especially when we have friends over) and I talk to her and tell her my secrets, even though she can’t hear me any more. I like to watch her sleep: I love hearing the gentle sound of her softly snoring in the chair next to my bed at night. Some mornings she wakes up super early and whines next to the bed because she wants to get in with us. She always goes to Ryan’s side, even though I would let her up too.
She LOVES to sleep...
Even though I find myself longing for another puppy sometimes, I think Saisha deserves all of my attention for the last years of her life. I would love for her to have another friend, but I think she is too old to handle all that energy and I don’t want to take away from my time with her. She is and always will be my first baby.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Infertility on Film and Television-Part 3: Parenthood and Sex and the City

One advantage television has over movies is that in a TV series there is more time to get to know the characters and really delve into their personal struggles (which gives me more to talk about). I feel like the writers did just that on Sex and the City (1998-2004). For three full seasons Kristin Davis’ character, Charlotte, struggles with infertility throughout her first and second marriage on the show. Parenthood (2010-present) writes infertility into the show during the second season (and part of the third) in the story of Erika Christensen's character, Julia.

Parenthood


Parenthood is the first show on television that I have seen address secondary infertility. Although it is not something I really even knew existed before I started following infertility websites, I have found that it is quite a common problem. Secondary infertility is infertility after an unassisted pregnancy, or in other words it is when a couple struggles to conceive a child after already having become pregnant and given birth before. In season 2, the character Julia and her husband Joel (played by Sam Jaeger) have a daughter who is about 6 when they decide to start trying for a second baby. The show tackles several important topics relating to infertility throughout the season.

Early Frustrations: After four months of trying, Julia goes to her sister’s house where they open a bottle of wine while they decide where to go for a girls' night out. Julia comments that she will be drinking because she is not pregnant. She says that the worst part is that sometimes she thinks she is and gets all sentimental and hopeful that there is going to be a baby only to be heartbroken to find out there is no baby. Then she asks, “When did it get so hard to get pregnant?” to which her sister admits she doesn’t know because she wasn’t trying either time she got pregnant (always frustrating). The conversation is light, but still shows the frustration and pain that comes with not being able to become pregnant. Julia is still early in the process, but because pregnancy likely came easily the first time, I imagine it is very hard when it is so difficult the second time around.

Timing: Julia and her husband Joel are getting hot and heavy making out in bed first thing in the morning. She stops him saying that they can’t have sex yet because she will be ovulating within 48 hours, so they need to “keep that gun loaded.” This might seem like a little too much information, but it is so true of life when trying to conceive; the timing has to be just right and sometimes you have to go without to make sure you get an optimal outcome.

In the middle of their nephew’s birthday party, Julia tells Joel that she is ovulating. Then they decide not to wait until bedtime and hide in the master bathroom to start their baby-making early. The scene ends up slighlty comical: their sister-in-law walks in on them and then through the shut door brushes off their apology and tells them to keep on making that baby and even offers up her bed! I am glad that they showed that sometimes things get I the way of timing. I have taken ovulation tests on vacation and even carried ovulation strips and disposable cups in my purse if I was not going to be home when it was time to test. We have had to put other things in life on hold to have sex at just the right time hoping for the best. It can suck the romance right out of it, but can also be a little exciting. 

The Tests: There is an episode that opens with Julia standing in the bathroom staring at her watch. She looks anxious and a little excited until she looks down at the plastic pregnancy test in her hand that reads “not pregnant.” Disappointment immediately washes over her as she takes an exasperated breath. So she goes downstairs and tells her husband it’s a no this time and suggests he gets checked out, since she just went to the doctor and everything was fine. The fish analogy to keep the real conversation disguised from their daughter who is in the room is something that I am sure any parent can relate to (excited Sydney thinks they’re getting an aquarium by the end of it). As always, the man is apprehensive about getting his little guys checked out, insisting that his “fish” are fine-athletic, and fast.

Next comes the fertility tests: first comes Joels. He has some trouble giving a sample and calls his wife for help. He is in the room with his pants around his knees (don’t worry…he is wearing boxers) complaining it is cold, there are these old Playboy magazines and it is just too weird. She offers phone-sex, but doesn’t know where to start and ends up just wishing him luck and hanging up…he is on his own (as he should be; I mean really, how hard can it be?) I obviously do not have personal experience with this area, however the first time Ryan had to provide a sample he was uncomfortable with the idea and chose to do it at home in the privacy of our own bathroom after which I rushed the sample to the lab. The other two or three (?) times, he has managed to get the job done at the doctor’s office just fine. He has admitted it’s a little weird and joked about the magazine selection though. I am sure it is weird and awkward, but still think they draw too much attention to the subject on television (as I just did too with this paragraph).

The Results: Later Joel gets the call that his semen analysis came back with good results. The show leaves out everything concerning Julia’s test. The episode ends with her sitting on the couch when Joel comes home with dinner. He sits down and she tells him that they got lab results back from her tests. She starts by saying it isn’t cancer, which implies she had a biopsy done, then tells her husband that she has intrauterine scarring, which will make it really hard (nearly impossible) to get pregnant. She starts crying and apologizing. He tells her it’s ok with tears in his eyes and just holds her while she cries.

I don’t like the way they skip over the testing-it is not even mentioned. She said earlier that everything was fine at her appointment, but to find scarring they would have seen something that was not right. To find scarring she would likely have had a sonohysterogram and then a hysteroscopy to take a sample of the tissue or a laparoscopy to get a better look. No matter what, there would be some uncomfortable procedures involved, but like so many other shows they act like she just went in for a blood test or a pap smear and they found this big problem.

I do like that she apologizes; I have often felt like I owe Ryan an apology because I feel like it’s my fault that we cannot achieve a pregnancy so he can become a father like he has always wanted. Deep down I know it is not my fault and that I didn’t cause this and I am not doing anything wrong, but I still feel somehow responsible because it is my body that doesn’t work right.  
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I will say that one thing this show does all too well is get emotional. I rarely make it through an episode without crying. I just wish they had put as much emotion into the infertility as they do into the adoption story that comes later. In the season finale, just two episodes after Julia’s test results, Julia’s sister-in-law discovers she is pregnant. Then the show skips ahead six months at the start of the next season. I wish they had put in a scene showing the emotion of Julia finding out her brother's wife is pregnant (by accident in this case). I think this is one show that could have shown that emotion in a realistic way.

I do love that when Julia and Joel find out they can’t have another baby they have a grieving period (albeit short) then started looking into adoption. I think it was a pretty natural transition and like that they didn’t jump right to surrogacy, like so many shows do. They try all different avenues of adoption and even find a birth mother who changes her mind after the baby is born (that episode really got to me). Eventually they end up adopting a nine-year-old boy whose incarcerated mother signed away her parental rights (I cried when they met him too). I think the show did a good job with the adoption story, but I don’t know how real it actually was, because I have never been through it. Overall I think they were pretty realistic in showing secondary infertility, but wish they had put a little more focus on it instead of coming back to it here and there throughout the season

Sex and the City


On Sex and the City (one of my favorite shows) Charlotte tries everything from acupuncture to IVF before eventually adopting. Although they do not go into detail about all of the specific tests and procedures on the show, I think they do a good job showing infertility in a more serious light. Sometimes the emotions seem a little cheesy and shallow, but the root of those feelings is real. For the character of Charlotte infertility is not a temporary problem or one that is brushed over in an episode or two. The show does a good job showing just how consuming infertility can feel, while also showing how life doesn’t stop because of it. Throughout the fourth, fifth and sixth seasons (and even the first movie) some important topics relating to infertility are brought up.

Pregnancy Announcements: Charlotte and her first husband, Trey decide they want to have children. She starts tracking her ovulation cycles and ends up basically obsessed with having a baby. She even starts decorating a nursery. In one episode she is upset over starting her period and shows up to meet her friends for lunch with a big box of tampons. She slams it down on the table and starts venting her frustrations, wondering if she will ever get pregnant. She tells her friends that in 3 months she and Trey have had unprotected sex 73 times and she doesn’t understand why, with all that perfectly good sperm she is still not expecting. I have felt like this so many times! I have tracked cycles and sex and I have even cried when my period started; it’s often a huge disappointment and painful monthly reminder of my shortcomings.

After Charlotte’s outburst her friend Miranda confesses that she is pregnant. Charlotte is upset by this and loses it. She cannot believe Miranda, who has a lazy ovary (meaning it does not produce eggs the way it is supposed to) got pregnant after sleeping with a man who only has one testicle (as a result of testicular cancer) one time. What is even more upsetting is that she plans to terminate the pregnancy. Charlotte stands up and storms out, taking her box of tampons with her.

Her reaction is a little extreme, but also understandable. Her friend got pregnant accidentally against all odds after having sex just one time and doesn’t even want to keep it. No matter what she does, Charlotte cannot seem to get pregnant, something she wants more than anything. She is tired and overwhelmed. It takes her a few days before she can even bring herself see her friend again. Once Miranda decides to keep the baby, Charlotte has found a way to be excited for her, which is something I have had to do more times than I can count. It is a bit of a process. Charlotte’s reaction is what I sometimes feel on the inside. It sometimes seems so unfair that friends get pregnant when they don’t want to without even trying, when I am doing everything I can to become pregnant and want it so bad.

Testing: After 3 months of trying, Charlotte decides it is time to do something and convinces Trey to get his sperm tested. Trey is very uncomfortable (as expected) with the idea of having his sperm tested. I think many men view problems with their sperm as a hit to their manhood so the idea of getting tested is intimidating. As it turns out his sperm is fine. After 5 months of trying-which sounds early, but Charlotte is 35-Charlotte undergoes fertility testing and finds out that she has high sperm antibodies (meaning her body attacks the sperm) and their chances of conceiving naturally are only about 15% (which is 13% higher than my chances).

My one complaint about the way they talk about testing on television is that they always seem to go into detail about the semen analysis and never say much about any of the tests women undergo. In a show like Sex and the City where it seems no topic is off-limits I am surprised they didn’t talk about the kinds of tests Charlotte had to do. They made it seem like she just had a blood test and learned she was infertile, when in reality the tests to discover antibodies is a little more complicated than that. I have not undergone this testing myself, but from what I understand it involves a semen sample and vaginal fluid sample as well as a blood sample. An antibody test is not usually the first thing they do so I am sure there were other tests done as well. They should have at least mentioned some of this.

Injections and IVF: Charlotte and Trey start preparing for IVF. They talk about the hormones, show Charlotte taking pills and getting one of her nightly injections (along with some bruising on her backside) and she even tells her husband she is sore from the injections. It was actually pretty realistic. In one scene they are fighting and she still brings him the syringe all loaded and ready saying that it is time for her shot. He asks if they have to do it that night and she tells him that they have to do it every night if they want to have a baby. Injections have to be timed just right, no matter what you’re doing or how you feel about each other at the moment. You have to set aside the time (and your frustrations) to get it done.

In one scene Trey expresses that he is uncomfortable with all of this and wants to just keep trying the “old fashioned way,” to which Charlotte tells him of all the infertility problems and successes of other couples in their building. He seems embarrassed by the fact that she is talking about their inability to become pregnant, but I found her actions very relatable. In talking about our own situation I meet people everywhere (friends and strangers) who have struggled to get pregnant or are having trouble now. I have also found many more people than I ever expected who conceived children or know someone who has through IVF.

Effects on Relationship: Eventually Trey decides that marriage shouldn’t be so much work and confesses that he would rather just live childless than go through all the trouble. Childless living is not an option for Charlotte who has even put their name on a list to adopt a foreign baby as a backup plan. His inability to do what it takes to become parents (as well as communication and intimacy problems) leads to their divorce. Even though Trey’s lack of emotion seems a little unrealistic (it always seems like she’s trying to make a relationship work with a man who doesn’t seem to have the ability to connect with any human-other than his cold mother) the strain of infertility on their marriage is realistic. Ryan and I have always been on the same page with our course of treatment, and I think overall it has brought us closer together, but I know that is not the case with all couples. Just like any struggle in life, infertility can be very trying on a relationship.

Charlotte tries to move on and even throws herself fully into planning a baby shower and helping Miranda baby proof her house. She seems fine then Miranda opens a baby shower gift that brings back memories of when she and Trey first started talking about starting a family and she suddenly runs out of the room in tears. Again, this is a relatable situation. I am usually fine, but I never know when something is going to get to me and cause a small emotional breakdown. Sometimes it is something someone says and other times it is something as simple as a commercial.

Natural Remedies: Charlotte ends up dating her divorce lawyer, Harry. When she tells him of her reproductive challenges, he says that they will just have to adopt. She becomes Jewish and they get married. Some time later, Charlotte runs into an old acquaintance: A woman in her 50s who is very pregnant. She claims after trying IUIs and IVF she finally started seeing an acupuncturist and just like that she was pregnant. Charlotte makes an appointment right away. I have known so many people who tell me they couldn’t get pregnant until they tried some herb or supplement or had some procedure done. I have tried some of the suggestions myself with high hopes of success, but unlike Charlotte I have never had any luck in achieving a pregnancy.

Miscarriage: After a few visits to the acupuncturist (and drinking all kinds of recommended teas), Charlotte finds out she is finally pregnant. She is over the moon and cannot seem to stop smiling. Then she has a miscarriage. She is devastated by it and decides she just can’t face everyone at Miranda’s son’s upcoming first birthday party.

A few days later, Harry goes to the birthday party alone. While home watching TV on the couch in sweats Charlotte is inspired by a documentary about Elizabeth Taylor. She gets up, gets dressed (in one of my favorite dresses from the series) and goes to the birthday party. I love this episode even though it all moves so quickly (in a 25-minute episode she goes from getting pregnant to getting over a miscarriage). She suffered a great loss and I wish the show would have let her have more time to grieve, but that is television. Overall I think it was good to show that infertility comes with some devastating disappointments. I am slightly disappointed that she did what everyone expects all women with infertility to do: suck it up, move on and live your life. 

Fur Baby: Charlotte even ends up adopting a dog (that she names Elizabeth Taylor) with one leg that is shorter than the others. She feels connected to this dog, because she is “broken” in a way, which is exactly how Charlotte feels about herself. When the dog gets pregnant, Charlotte is angry with her, but ends up coming taking care of her when she has the puppies. In a way this dog (and the puppies they keep) ends up filling a void in Charlotte’s life. Dogs are not a replacement for babies, but I can’t believe how many couples with infertility have pets. I think having a dog or cat companion to watch out for and “mother” helps lessen the pain. I know Saisha makes me happy and I don’t know what I would do without her.

Adoption: Although they leave out a lot of the work in getting there, the series does end on a happy note. In the final scene Charlotte shares the news that after all this time she and Harry have been chosen to be the adoptive parents of a baby girl from China. It will still be a month or so before they get their baby, but we are left assuming Charlotte is finally going to get her happy ending (which is verified by the first movie, when that baby is a 4-year-old little girl).
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I won’t get into the movie much, but Charlotte ends up pregnant in the first movie. She says that her doctor told her that sometimes it just happens. I do know of plenty of couples who have gotten pregnant after adopting, but I feel like in making Charlotte pregnant in the movie they brushed aside the infertility theme that in many ways defined her character in the series. The show also just reinforced the whole idea of “if you just relax it will happen” by having Charlotte get pregnant after giving up on the idea of becoming pregnant (which again, does happen, but it is rare).

I applaud the show for bringing some awareness to infertility. Compared to other shows, and the way they have handled infertility, I think Sex and the City does well. I am still surprised that with several shows talking about infertility a decade ago the topic has not been portrayed in more recent television shows and movies. I wish it was a more common topic just so people would know more about it.