So many of us go through life, without giving much thought at all to our fertility.
We spend our youths doing everything we possibly can to prevent falling pregnant, never giving a single thought to the possibility that one day down the track, even when we want to – we won’t be able to.
With any luck, we won’t ever have to consider it.
It’s an interesting concept. It’s the idea that, a success or failure, can be brought about by pure chance, rather than through any actions of our own. Luck is one of those words, that, when said over and over, it loses all meaning. It’s a difficult thing to consider. That so much of what we go through in life comes down to such things. Things that are so far out of our control.
In the grand scheme of things, I’ve had a fairly easy run. I guess you could say that I’m one of the lucky ones. My own personal journey has been largely untouched by infertility. I’ve had the incredibly blessing, of being able to safely bring three beautiful children into this world, with those that I love most by my side.
I only wish I could say the same for some of those that I love most.
You see, while I’ve been travelling down the path of pregnancy, birth, babies and beyond, some of my nearest and dearest have been travelling on a very different path. A path that I have grown to understand – probably more than anyone should ever wish to. They’ve been travelling down the path of infant loss, and infertility.
I’m grateful (for so many things) to have such an open and honest relationship with these incredible women. They’ve each shown me a kind of love that I didn’t even know possible, and I’m completely and utterly in awe of their strength and resilience. There have been moments when my own heartache for them, has been crippling. Yet, they’re still standing. They’re fighting. The depth of their courage is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. They have shown me the true strength of a mother’s love.
These women are truly remarkable.
I feel like I have been allowed an insight into something that I wouldn’t have been able to have, if it weren’t for the strength of my friends. Their experiences have drastically altered the way I am, and the way I think about my own life – and the people in it.
Through their own pain, and tears (the extent of which, I’m certain I have no idea), they continue to stand by me. They’ve shared in my happiness, while contemplating their own. I’m sure many a friendship has perished in circumstances such as these, and I’m acutely aware of the pain that my kind of happiness can cause to them.
And for that, I’m forever grateful.
Behind the blog...
‘The Mummysomniac’ is a lifestyle, motherhood and most recently, pregnancy blog, founded in 2015 by Kirsty McKenzie. She’s a mum of three, blogging about the highs and lows of motherhood, with a straight forward and honest approach, as well as a little bit of humour. Kirsty is passionate about sharing the realities of #MumLife, not the cookie cutter, high gloss version