I think (and this is my interpretation, only) but the OP was overstating the pain she feels at her fertility problems. It’s not so much a hate as resentment at the unfairness of the world. What should be a natural process for a woman becomes a hurdle that requires time, money, pain and technology. While you wait for hormone levels to go up you pray that the last round of drugs worked. When the levels are good, you pray that the fertilization works. When the hormone levels show that fertilization worked you pray that the levels keep increasing. If they don’t, you pray that the hormone shots will work until the embryo takes up the task. If hormone levels are OK, you pray you make it through the first trimester when most losses occur. If you make it through that, you pray to make it through the second trimester. You worry before every ultrasound visit that development is going OK and you worry afterwards that nothing goes wrong before the next visit. If you’ve had genetic testing and everything had appeared OK before the pregnancy, you pray there won’t be an anomaly. If there are genetic warnings, you pray they don’t come through this time.
Meantime, you smile when your friend says she is pregnant. You ooh and aah at baby showers, baby pictures, first birthdays, christenings and holiday get togethers. You don’t tell people you are pregnant again because you don’t know if this time it will work. You hide your pain because it hurts other people. You don’t show jealousy that is burning away at your soul.
If all goes well you will take a healthy child home.
We never got that lucky. We would watch as the baby would start slipping down the birth canal. The doctor attempted a cervical cerclage on two of the babies but it wasn’t enough to save them. For the last baby they tried the cervical cerclage and then a trans-abdominal cercalge even though it had only been performed only 79 times worldwide on women who were already pregnant. It seemed to be OK but three days later the water broke anyway. We had to watch our baby slowly being smothered because the amniotic sac wasn’t there to protect him. They pulled him out via a C-section because of the way the cervix was tied off. He lived for 30 minutes and died in my hands. He was 22 weeks along.
I understand the OPs pain and frustration. I understand Tokyo’s pain and frustration. We hurt and want to lash out. How dare someone say that my pain isn’t real! How dare you not say that my struggle and suffering isn’t valid! Who are you to say that your pain is worse than mine!
I don’t hate the people who can have children with no problems. I envy them. I only hate them when they don’t appreciate just what a wonderful gift they’ve been given and how lucky they are. They should cherish those precious children and never let them go. They should go home tonight and look at those beautiful kids, angelic and peaceful when they are asleep or even rambunctious and full of the devil when they are awake. They should hold them close, kiss them on the foreheads and promise them that they will never do anything to hurt them. Whether the child is one minute old or 99 years, that is your baby forever.
To all the people who have lost a child, my heart goes out to you. The pain never goes away completely. It is a scar in our hearts that may get buried but will always be with us. As time passes you may be able to look back at that scar without it ripping open so painfully, but it never leaves.
To those who are struggling to get pregnant, my prayers go out as well. Through the shots, schedules, visits with RE, OB, clinics, ultrasounds (my wife called the internal ultrasound “Willy, the Wonder Wand”) make sure you cling to your partner. Hold each other close, love each other more, try to laugh when you can. Keep the romance in the middle of the scheduled whoopee sessions and kiss each other after IUIs and IVFs so you can remember that all you are going through is built on love.
To the ones who have lost hope of having children naturally, never despair at having a family. There are children out there who need you as much as you need them. You will heal each other and build that family. They might not look like you are act like you but they will become more like you every day. People comment that my daughter makes the same facial expressions as my wife.
And finally, to those who have no intention of having children: be careful what you say to the ones who are struggling. Your comments that “Maybe it wasn’t meant to be”, “You’re young, you can try again,” or “Well, it wasn’t a baby yet” hurt worse than you can possibly imagine. You may never understand just exactly how profound the pain is because in many cases it isn’t only a death of a child but also the death of dreams and hope.
Please. Learn to love each other a little more. Thank you.