Part 1
Losing “Hope”
It’s Christmastime.
How do I know? Well, it’s
December 23rd for one. I’m
sitting in a Starbucks and so far, there have been 10 last minute shoppers who
have scrambled in for their caffeine fix before braving the jewelry store, toy
factory, or electronics playground for that one thing they forgot their loved
one just had to have. One guy proudly
proclaimed, “I’m done!” after he found his last minute stocking stuffer right
here in Starbucks. What a lucky gal she
is…unwrapping a mug and a pound of coffee.
It works, I guess.
The real reason I know it is Christmastime, however, is the
kids. Walking through the mall will show
you what this holiday has really become all about. Santa is waiting for a never-ending line of
children to sit upon his knee telling them exactly which new Furby or
Transformer they want him to bring.
Parents help their children decorate houses with the latest Disney
Princess inflatable or Despicable Me ornaments to make their home more festive
for the holidays.
There are recitals and concerts where parents, grandparents,
family and friends all gather, in order to hear and see their favorite five
year old play the “STAR of Bethlehem.”
The list goes on and on, from cartoon Christmas specials, messy cookie decorating
and the big reveal itself when the child opens package after package of exactly
what they wanted. Christmas is a holiday
for the young, and the young at heart to be sure.
Yet, in our house there is none of that. Heather and I don’t have a child to set on
Santa’s knee. We don’t have a princess
to adorn with the latest Disney footed PJs, or a strapping lad to awaken with
the next Thor action figure. We bake
cookies primarily in batches big enough for two, and our biggest tradition is
going to the movies on Christmas Day. This
year, I think American Hustle or Saving Mr. Banks is on the agenda.
You see, for the past 10+ years, Heather and I have
struggled with infertility. What makes
it worse is that after all the testing, countless doctors appointments and
treatments our infertility is unexplained.
In other words, the people who are supposed to be able to tell us why,
can’t. Apparently, this is true for 1 in
3 infertile couples.
When we started trying to have children, we were approaching
30 years of age. After the first year,
we decided to get tested and the doctors couldn’t find any problems. We continued trying until Heather learned she
would deploy the first time. At that
point, we also put paperwork and money into an adoption from China. We were told it would be approximately 18
months. That was in 2006.
When Heather returned from deployment #1, we continued to
wait for the Chinese adoption to go through, but were told the timeline was
expanding. Now the wait time was up to 2
½ to 3 years and would expand further.
We continued to hold out hope, while at the same time trying to conceive
again. We had more testing done, went
through a couple of procedures, still without any luck or “little blessing”
depending on to whom you are talking.
Then in 2009, after learning that Heather would once again
deploy we stopped trying again. The
Chinese adoption was now at a wait time of 4 to 5 years, and we were seriously
thinking about removing ourselves from the list. Yet, through the deployment we went. Thinking that 2010 would be different.
It wasn’t. We tried
even more methods such as ovulation tests, tracking her temperature and
whatever the latest techniques and methods Google had to help those of us
seriously wanting a child. At 36 years
old and facing another 2 moves within the next two years, we were confused,
angry and horrified at the prospect that children were not going to be a part
of our life.
Let me pause here and say that the emotional gambit you run
through during an experience like this is insane. For the first year or two there is
confusion. At 30 years old, most of your
friends are have already had or are having their children. What’s wrong with us? What are we doing wrong? Are we not “practicing’ enough. (That wasn’t the problem!) As Christians, we wonder if we are somehow
not good enough in God’s eyes to be parents.
Is there some sin that is preventing us from receiving His blessing?
(Serious Southern Baptist theology there.)
Is the drug riddled girl somehow more capable of carrying and caring for
a child than us?
As the years go on, confusion turns to sadness. On that simple day, once a month, that
reveals that you certainly are not pregnant there are tears. Tears that prevent you from falling back to
sleep. Tears that make you question
your own worth. Tears that sting as they
roll off of your face and onto the belly that remains barren. On my side of the bed that sadness bring
anger. Each and every month I went
through at least a 24-hour period where I was mad at God, and at myself for not
giving Heather the one thing she desires.
When I see the mothers and fathers out there in the world, surely we are
at least as qualified as them. GOD, WHY
AREN’T YOU LISTENING TO US!!!
Ok, back to the story.
In 2011 we moved once again and decided to go to one more doctor. Now 37 years old, we were told plainly that
we would need more help than anything we had tried before. The doctor still couldn’t tell us why we
haven’t been able to have children, but he said that clearly there was a
reason, and that outside help was the only way to go. We left the doctors feeling confused and
dejected, but still held out some hope that we would have children.
Heather was now at a point where she was unsure about
wanting to be pregnant. She was older
now and her career was in a great place.
We talked more and more about adoption, which was something I had always
felt would be a great way to build our family.
I contacted the Adoption Agency who was handling our paperwork for
China, and was told that the wait time was still increasing and could be up to
8 years now. At this point, we were just
pissed off. What started as an 18-month
journey was now going to be 8 years. I
was prepared for that at 33, but at 38…not so much. Something had to change. We made the very difficult decision to stop
the process for the Chinese adoption.
That was not a good day for me.
Heather and I then discussed the possibility of older child
adoption. Would be willing an able to
take an older child into our home and give it the type of love and stability he
or she needs? After a move to Virginia,
we visited three adoption agency all involved in finding homes for both infants
and older children. We came away from
each meeting more discouraged and dejected.
The number of infants coming through the system had been drastically
reduced and it couldn’t support demand.
(I think that is probably a good thing.)
We were told, and after thinking about it I agree, that the military life
is difficult and could cause more problems for older children who have been
without stability. They need to stay in
one place, make permanent friends, and have structure. At this time in our lives, we are still
moving around a lot. That isn’t conducive.
But the biggest discouragement to Heather and I was the
cost. I have heard it said that it is
illegal to buy or sell a baby in the United States, but let me tell you. If you want a healthy infant in this country
you will pay at least $25000. These are
all under the guise of fees, taxes, lawyers, court costs and doctors bills, but
$25000 is a lot of money, so if you don’t think you are buying a child, then
think again. I have heard social worker
after social worker, and adoption agent after adoption agent tell me that there
are too many kids in the system…well this is why. Caring, loving people, who would make
wonderful parents to the children in need simply can’t afford the cost. It’s shameful!!! (you don’t have to write me about all the ways
there are to defray costs. I know…most
of them don’t apply to us.)
So there we are…in March of 2013 with no prospects of having
children. Heather and I were in the car,
holding hands, and I said, “Well I guess that’s it. I think I am ok with not having
children.” At 39 years of age, I never
wanted to start a family this late anyway.
She reacted like the great wife that she is and just gave me a little
smile. I could tell that she wasn’t
completely convinced. After all, how do
you want something so bad, for so long, and then just come to terms with never
having it? That really is the question
isn’t it?
It’s hard. There
really is no question about it. Why is
it hard? Well the biggest reason is
because while you are spending time coming to grips with the fact that you are
not going to be a mother and a father, your friends are becoming mothers and
fathers all around you. When we moved to
Virginia three of our friends (2 of which live here) announced they were
pregnant. Only one of these friends had
not previously had children.
And Facebook has become an announcing platform for the
world. I have lost count of the number
of pregnancies friends announced this year alone, but I can tell you that with
each one, Heather and I pause, wonder if we are really through trying, and then
move on with our day as best we can. The
hardest part is writing “Congrats” in the comment section. We love you!
We are happy for you! It is still
hard to type “congrats,” when the evil side of my brain is screaming, “you
suck!”
Still, we suck it up.
We buy gifts, and make dinners, and provide support however we can. We visit new mothers in the hospital. Heather attends showers! I don’t, showers are for girls. We look at endless pictures on Facebook and
on your phones. We put your Christmas
cards on our fridge every year. We track
your children and how they have grown because we love you, and we love them. It’s what we do. We love, because we understand that while we
don’t have children, yours are a gift, and a treasure not just to you, but also
to everyone that cares about you.
There is still a bitterness though. Something in the pit of our stomachs that
feels jealousy. There are moments when
we look at your sonograms and wish your babies would come out with three heads
and dragon’s tail. There are times when
we get your annual Christmas cards and want to tear them up instead of putting
them on the fridge. We don’t, but we
certainly have that moment.
It is in those moments when we are weak. We are still perplexed by the idea that we
are somehow not good enough. Heather
wouldn’t be a good mom. I wouldn’t be a
good dad. Together we would be terrible
parents. It is in those moments that we
figure we are being punished for something we don’t know about or can’t
understand. It is in the those moments
where we struggle with a life with no legacy, with no one to care for us when
we are old, with no one to be there to say goodbye when we are gone. It is in those moments where simply and
sadly, we have lost hope.
…to be continued.
Wow. Thanks for saying things that are hard to say but true. We struggled with the same problems for 6 years.....not as long as you, but I know you understand that those years seemed endless. We did adopt an older child through the state system (in TX, they pay all the costs for that.....it was the ONLY reason we were able to) and not even 6 months later found ourselves surprisingly expecting. 5 years later we have a 14 year old and a 4 year old! Again, thank you for honestly conveying your emotions. (and some that I STILL carry around with me.)
ReplyDeleteWell written Steve. I'm very proud of you and Heather for finding true love and joy in each other, it is sometimes never accomplished in a marriage with children, those boogers can suck the life right out of you!
ReplyDelete"Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken."
-Albert Camus