“You're just like any other pregnant young woman.”
Those words from Wendy’s post last week really hit me hard. Imagine being told that, after years and years of thinking you’d never get pregnant. I don’t want to make a big deal of Wendy’s diagnosis at age 16, but it was a pretty serious thing. A thing hard to comprehend when you’re thinking about boys and dances, not husbands and babies.
But Wendy was strong. And brave. And creative in her approach to motherhood.
She advocated for herself. She did research. She asked a lot of questions – and never took no for an answer. One way or another, she was going to be a mom. The hard part for me to understand was why someone who wanted a child so much had to jump so many hurdles.
Back then, and even more so now, infertility is all around us. A lot of us know, or have personally experienced, some sort of infertility. Whether people talk about it or not, it’s here. So I’m glad Wendy decided now was the time to share this story.
When we embarked on this journey eight years ago, there wasn’t a lot of information out there for us to read that wasn’t all medical in nature. We didn’t know how this would affect our friendship. We didn’t know how to handle the girls resembling me at different times throughout their lives. We didn’t know how to handle my own infertility issues. But we powered through.
Hopefully, the ups and downs of our experience will help someone through their own experience. To be honest, I’m not sure how it can’t. There are so many aspects and angles and layers to our story that I think anyone could relate to at least a chapter of our story.
And our story isn’t over. That’s the thing about egg donation. The reason it shouldn’t be entered into lightly. It’s a lifetime deal. I’m forever attached to Wendy and Mike and the girls. They are forever a part of my life. And my husband and son’s lives. I am excited to watch the girls grow and find their ways in life. I’m excited to see what they become. Where they go. Who they meet. In much the same way that I’m excited to see who Billy becomes and where he goes and who he meets.
Thank you for reading our story - and commenting on it. Knowing that people have related to, or enjoyed, or passed on our story means sharing it was the right thing to do. If you have any questions about anything I've shared, please send me an e-mail. I'm happy to elaborate.
Maybe in another seven years or so, Wendy will send me an e-mail about updating our story. And, of course, I’ll do it. By then the girls might know about this process – imagine that part of the story. Imagine all the things that could happen between now and then. Arlene and Lydia will be teenagers! GASP!
Yep. There’s more to come. Much more to come. And I’m blessed to be a part of it.