Thursday, October 1, 2009

In The Bog

I found myself in the bog yesterday, one that I have witnessed others sunk in but one that I have never visited. I pulled myself out, with the support of the man who has always stood there and pulled me from the edge. His love and willingness to sit with me through the worst moments will always amaze me, always. This is our relationship, we have seen the worst in each other, we embrace the ugliness, and move through it together. Without our ability to maintain our love for each other through all the dark and frightening places my life with him would not be possible.

Yesterday was the first time that I was terrified of letting him see me in the place where I was sitting. In some way this has all been building over all these years of trying to become a mother, but I ignored the fact that there was the possibility that I could fall. Each turn that we have taken on this road has just been taken. I would feel the pain, mourn the loss of the moments that we would not share and then move to the next step. At times getting to the next step took a long time, but I always found my footing. Every email and every phone conversation felt like it was all part of the universe telling me to just stop, just give up on this silly dream of being a mother and go get a life worth living. Never had I questioned that I was going to become a mother, some way some how I was going to have a child all I had to do is just keep trying and one day I would have the honor of becoming someone's mother.

The bumps were so minor yesterday, miniscule compared to everything that we have gone through to get this close. Our donor had a very low level of nicotine in her urine. The pharmacy and the clinic had a minor bit of miscommunication. The clinic was having miscommunication with Sabrina and I. My husband will be on the other side of the country around our expected due date, if this works the first time. All these things have one common thread, every single one of these is completely out of my control. This is my dream, the one thing that I want more than I can ever begin to describe and it is all in the hands of others. This is something that I have never worried about, I trust Sabrina completely, and I trust our clinic.

Having to stand outside of all this has been bothering me for a while. Not because I have a problem with not being able to just do this on my own. Not having a role at the moment just feels weird. Having a woman willing to give up her body, time and ability to always be with and do things with her own children so that I can become a mother is always going to just be strange. Knowing that a woman is willing to hand over her eggs to us will always be amazing. It is easy to diminish what is happening by saying that monetary compensation is involved, which they are. In the case of the donor I believe that this is a bigger motivation, but in no way is it the only motivation. When it comes to Sabrina I know that the compensation is the smallest part of her motivation. Part of feeling strange about this is my inability to accept that other people are willing to give to me, I am horrible at this. Another part, possibly the bigger part, is that I need to feel a sense of control over what is happening in my life. Handing over the biggest dream in my life is simply terrifying.

Add all of this together and you get a perfect combination for a lot of self doubt. Yesterday, all of it just came to a head. I feel so guilty about even entertaining the idea that I should not be a mother. I have wanted a child since I was a small child myself. Friends in high school called me mom, because I spent a great deal of time mothering them. There is nothing else in my life that had been a more stable character trait. Through all the changes that have occurred at the center of me is my desire to be a mother. Doubting that I should continue to pursue this, even for the briefest of moments, was crushing.

I am much better now. We are going to retest the donor, but our doctor does not believe that such a small amount of nicotine should be a problem. The pharmacy mess up was fixed in 13 minutes. I believe that the communication problem with the clinic has been worked out. If the husband has to be gone, then there is nothing that I can do about it, he has to do what is best for his career. Missing the birth would be sad, but there are years and years of moments that he will be there for and that one moment is really small in the big picture. I no longer believe that there is a vast conspiracy to keep me from motherhood. I just hope that I never go back to that place, because it scared me in a way that I have never been scared.

7 comments:

Circus Princess said...

There's no doubt in my mind that you will be mother soon. You will be a great mother. And I hope you never have to visit that dark place again.

Big hugs to you!!

Unknown said...

I know I'll be in the bog today, but mine is a real bog. I want to go there and I can leave when I want. Totally different ball game. I so want to reach through the screen right now and take you to my bog, after tons of hugs. You deserve to be a mom. You deserve Sabrina. You deserve the egg donor. You deserve every good thing the world can give. More than so many people I know, you deserve. I know self-doubt is a horrible creature. I know it's hard to believe. I know it's easier in some ways to just accept that you will always get the short end of the stick. Take the harder road. Know that this is your moment. This is your journey. And there's a happiness at the end that is meant for you and no one else. This is yours.

Nadine said...

Giving up control is not easy at all! And, as you already know, you are blessed to have Sabrina in your life. All the details about timing and due dates - it will all work out.

A little odd about the nicotine in the urine - do they think it is simply a mistake? Apparently nicotine stays in the body for a long time and will continue to appear in urine (don't know if cigerette smoking is or is not an issue for you guys or your donor). Could also be 2nd hand exposure?

It will work out. bog is a great word as it has so many meanings - the washroom, or the wetland place where it is so easy to get sucked in by all that wet sticky peat!

emilythehopeless said...

{HUGS}

Rebecca said...

Delurking to send you some (((HUGS))). I have no words of wisdom or advice, but just wanted to let you know I'm thinking of you.

Sabrina said...

(( <3 ))

If there were ever a time to be emotional, this is it. We are on the brink of a very giant step towards making you a Mama, and it's bound to be a wee bit.. scary. I'm glad you've got the hubby that you've got, and the love and support that you've got.

You're going to be a fantastic Mama.

Big Mama T said...

{hugs} I'm so excited for you to really get going!