RPL infertility has taught me a lot about myself, and a lot about living.
Most of the time I’m pretty bummed to be in the situation we’re in, but I often give thanks for what I do have, and appreciate in some small capacity the things I have learned on this journey. To speak of a few, patience, and flexibility. Patience is obvious. I feel like over the past 4 years I’ve certainly earned a Masters in that. Flexibility was a little less obvious. I hadn’t realized how willing I had become to changing hopes, dreams and goals. At one point in my life I had a very black and white picture of what I wanted, and who I wanted to become. Now….I don’t really know those things anymore. That’s not to say I don’t still want to desperately become a mother. Because I do. Desperately. But we’ve been thrown so many curve balls, and my plan has gone so far off course that I’m not even sure what the plan is any more. Life really does come at you. It comes at you full force, left and right and whatever plans you had fly up into the air. All you can do is hope to land somewhere close.
I wanted to have 2 babies by 30. Here I am mid year 30 and no closer to 1 than when we started 4 years ago. I wanted to have a successful job teaching art after college. And here I am almost 10 years later, having never taught a day of art post graduation.
I am not the same person I was those 10 years ago….I’m not the same person I was 4 years ago. Old me would have had a problem with that. I would have been stubborn and upset that my carefully laid plans and foundation for this dream life I created had not gone as planned. Actually, just last week I was still pretty bummed about it. Then something happened. I can’t say that I’ve profoundly changed over the course of a week, because truth is, I am still grieving the loss of those dreams and perfectly laid plans….but I did have a small epiphany, and I am really trying to change my daily mantras. I am going to try to enjoy a new perspective on the life that I have right now, instead of living in constant sadness that things did not turn out the way I had hoped, and in constant fear that they aren’t going to get back on track.
Truth is, they probably wont. My life in on a new track right now, and I can choose to get on, or stay exactly where I am. And I am not happy where I am. So I am trying to think positively about a new direction, and I’m deciding to choose happiness…whether it’s what I thought happiness looked like, or not.
Last week my husband had decided to apply for a new job, one that he saw being more rewarding than his current position. The problem is that he would be potentially taking a 30-40K pay cut. Ouch. I currently do not work. I stopped (traditional) work when we started trying for a family 4 years ago. I currently create and sell online, but this can never make up the steady 30-40k we will need so that hubs can be a happier person. Of course, I can’t help but think he would be a happier person if he had children to come home to…but right now he doesn’t, so I just want to see him happy in his profession. So, I’ve decided that it’s time for me to put my dream of being a very successfully rich artist (cause that’s very unlikely) on hold or at least turn it back into a passionate hobby, and go back to school for something that will give me purpose and a paycheck. Honestly, I’m a little excited about it. I’ve felt like I’ve been drifting along aimlessly for so long now….it’s nice to have a goal that I can actually achieve through hard work (instead of working towards some medical mystery I continuously fail at). It will be nice to feel like I am contributing something of value, and not just shuffling around this house waiting for life to happen to me while everyone else is moving forward.
I think this will help me feel a little less defeated and a little more alive. I think I will rediscover pride and accomplishment and all sorts of other positive feelings that I have missed. Maybe my motivation will trickle into my physical health and I will get back to the gym and start feeling those things about my body again too…who knows. I’m not going to push it, and I’m certainly not going to set my path in stone this time. I’m going to be flexible, and work on bending instead of breaking.