This is the story of a couple undergoing infertility treatments at great cost, first in Montreal, then in New York, only to get pregnant “the old-fashioned way.” So it’s a success story, in the end. I suppose I read it somewhat fearfully, thinking of all the broken relationships the result of the strain and cost of trying to conceive so desperately. Only to end up wondering whether you needed to do any of that in the first place.
Each woman is on her own journey. I don’t think mine will ever include invasive fertility treatments. It follows with my “some things are not a choice” philosophy. If it were to come to pass that I couldn’t have biological children I’d be forced to consider that there’s a reason for that. From time to time, when sadness hits because I don’t have any kids yet, I consider that maybe, just maybe, there might be even one child out there who was not aborted thanks to something I said or did. And then I consider all the great things I can do precisely because I don’t have my own kids. And then I call a friend with kids and listen to how she hasn’t slept since early January 2010 and the sadness pretty much dissapates.
Where was I? Fertility treatments. I have hesitated to comment too much on this precisely because it is so very emotional and personal, and I don’t want to hurt anyone experiencing infertility and going about solutions in their own way. But I do harbour some concerns about the manner in which we try to conceive, and this article highlights some of those.by