When I was lying in bed last year recovering from a major operation I joined Twitter. That might seem like a frivolous, trivial thing but until I went into hospital I’d been fiercely private and ferociously protective about my life. I was a closed book, guarded my secrets and certainly didn’t discuss my dark lows.
Everything changed the day I went into hospital. I walked in with my ability to have children and came out without it; it’s changed me forever and given me a passionate honesty I didn’t foresee.
One thing’s for certain; not being sure you want children is entirely different to knowing you can’t have them. I’m surprised by how much it’s affected me.
I overthink too much
Because my father walked out when I was very young, I had a complete mental block on having children of my own. When he walked away, he took a huge chunk of my self-confidence and left a raw, gaping hole that didn’t heal. The pressure to pick the right partner who would always be there and never bolt was overwhelming.
I had spells of feeling broody but I was never maternal like some of my friends. I watched them become mothers and doubted I had the patience to be as amazing as they were. Looking back, I wonder what my life would look like today if I’d just got on with it.
I’m not as invincible as I believed I was…
I’ve bounced back from all kinds of lows in my life; divorce, depression, nothing has defeated me. It’s strange grieving for something that you never actually had. What you’ve lost is just a fantasy. Days can tick by and I don’t even think about it, then I’ll see a little girl looking up at her mum as she walks down the street holding her hand and have to quickly make a detour so they don’t see my tears. I feel winded and have to really focus on snapping myself back into the moment.
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When I was young I loved babies so much I would beg my parents to have another child; they didn't. I grew up certain that I definitely wanted to have 2 or 3 kids. I have two young kids and even though I love them infinitely and would sacrifice my life for them in an instant, I am envious of those who don't have kids and instead have the freedom to live a full life dictated by their own needs and wishes. I know that if I wasn't able to have kids it would have really broken me and I would have felt that life was unfair. I think it's important to only look at the positives of whichever side of the equation you are on because there are definitely many positives to being a parent and also many positives to being your own identity without children. The catch is that by the time you have children and find this out it is too late and those who can't have children may never really know the other side of the story.
This is a great point. I;m between the two places right now. About to embark on trying to, always wanted to be a mother, yet unsure if I will be able to succeed due to test results I've had in the last 12 months.
I'm willing to take the risk and try though. I don't want to regret not having tried at least.