I have changed the title of the blog (maybe you noticed; maybe you don't care). I'm still working on a new look too but we'll see how that falls. I considered changing the URL name also but then decided to stick with that at least. It's the URL I started out with and it's still how I see this turning of events and life. I still love the idea of Learning To Dance In The Rain but I felt like it was time for the title to reflect how I feel about our life and situation now. We took a while learning to dance in the rain and now our life (at least for now) has a couple of pretty awesome rainbows in it. It's not to say that another rain storm won't come our way. Life is full of them. Hopefully we'll remember all the lessons and strength and perseverance that we gained from our first big rainstorm (honestly it felt like a monsoon).
I still plan to write about my thoughts regarding infertility, donor egg aspects and POI/POF but I think it is rather difficult to not have a morphing of my blog when my life has morphed so much itself. Thanks for anyone out there in reader land for hopefully understanding that.
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Showing posts with label how to dance in the rain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label how to dance in the rain. Show all posts
Monday, August 1, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Reflections
I am taking up a "homework challenge" from Keiko at Hannah Wept Sarah Laughed to review some of my old and beginner posts and reflect on how I've grown and changed during this infertility struggle and journey. I was basically diagnosed with POI/POF around age 26 and fully diagnosed at 27. I was devastated and I used to feel irritated or bitter toward women who were older than me and were able to get pregnant. My initial diagnosis was the darkest time I can recall in my life. I started this blog about a year after that diagnosis. Sometimes I wish I would have started it right from the beginning to really see the changes in attitude but I was definitely in no place at that time to be able to share that pain and insecurity with anyone. I felt like a failure. I felt like a disappointment. I felt betrayed by my own self. Anyway so I can't share with you the worst part of my travels but I'm sure it mirrors a lot of what many infertile people may feel.
As to reflections of posts that began my blogging. I noticed a lot of gratitude for my husband and I can never express enough how much his support got me through. I wouldn't claim he's the only person who could have or would have pulled me out or gone through it with me but I think he was the best person for the job.
I also look at the things that I was so worried about missing out on with children. I was worried about not sharing looks and eye color and genetics. Of course that is such a normal thing to be sad about initially but it honestly never crosses my mind anymore. I think of how beautiful my daughters are and how much I love them and I can't imagine why those things mattered so much. I realize these are the after thoughts of someone who has been lucky enough to be where I am and in no way consider it wrong for other's to mourn that loss. But I really can tell you that it is such a null and void thought on this side. I also worried about my feelings being less connected or attached to my kids based on the missing genetic link. I couldn't be further off base with this worry.
One of my favorite posts of reflection was this one regarding "normal". I was so wrapped up in being normal for the first year of my diagnosis and hoping and praying for miracles to happen and for us to conceive on our own that I missed out on a lot. I'm glad that we had time on our side. I'm actually glad at this juncture that I wasn't diagnosed during attempts to conceive and instead that it happened before I was even married. It taught me about true love. It helped me to grow and learn (and for us to save a butt load of money) before we pursued our donor egg in-vitro attempt. It was actually a blessing in disguise even though I felt it was such horrible timing then.
So I end with a quote I still love today:
My darling girl when are you going to understand that being normal is not necessarily a virtue...it rather denotes a lack of courage. - Practical Magic-
No one who is required to go through great measures to achieve their dreams of a family can really say it's the "normal" route but it's the route we're given and we're all courageous for taking it on in whatever fashion we do. So props to all of the infertility community out there and for all of your amazing courage.
As to reflections of posts that began my blogging. I noticed a lot of gratitude for my husband and I can never express enough how much his support got me through. I wouldn't claim he's the only person who could have or would have pulled me out or gone through it with me but I think he was the best person for the job.
I also look at the things that I was so worried about missing out on with children. I was worried about not sharing looks and eye color and genetics. Of course that is such a normal thing to be sad about initially but it honestly never crosses my mind anymore. I think of how beautiful my daughters are and how much I love them and I can't imagine why those things mattered so much. I realize these are the after thoughts of someone who has been lucky enough to be where I am and in no way consider it wrong for other's to mourn that loss. But I really can tell you that it is such a null and void thought on this side. I also worried about my feelings being less connected or attached to my kids based on the missing genetic link. I couldn't be further off base with this worry.
One of my favorite posts of reflection was this one regarding "normal". I was so wrapped up in being normal for the first year of my diagnosis and hoping and praying for miracles to happen and for us to conceive on our own that I missed out on a lot. I'm glad that we had time on our side. I'm actually glad at this juncture that I wasn't diagnosed during attempts to conceive and instead that it happened before I was even married. It taught me about true love. It helped me to grow and learn (and for us to save a butt load of money) before we pursued our donor egg in-vitro attempt. It was actually a blessing in disguise even though I felt it was such horrible timing then.
So I end with a quote I still love today:
My darling girl when are you going to understand that being normal is not necessarily a virtue...it rather denotes a lack of courage. - Practical Magic-
No one who is required to go through great measures to achieve their dreams of a family can really say it's the "normal" route but it's the route we're given and we're all courageous for taking it on in whatever fashion we do. So props to all of the infertility community out there and for all of your amazing courage.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
How to Dance in the Rain...
It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?' He smiled as he patted my hand and said, 'She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is.'
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be. The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.
Life isn't about how to survive the storm but rather how to dance in the rain.
I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?' He smiled as he patted my hand and said, 'She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is.'
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be. The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.
Life isn't about how to survive the storm but rather how to dance in the rain.
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