For almost six years my husband and I have been trying to add to our family. The only thing we have managed to add to is the receipts from medical treatments and angels to the Christmas tree.
Infertility has imprisoned me with the hormones I self inject, swallow, and apply to my body. I'm held prisoner by the regimented schedule that I must stick to in the hopes that I may one day have that take home baby.
Imagine trying to live your life around someone else's schedule that takes away all your fun. Imagine being told when you have to have sex, can't have sex, can't exercise, should be on bed rest, can't eat certain foods and more all in the feeble hopes that you might, just might, be pregnant. I willingly did what must be done just like Noa P. Singleton did what she had to do. Will I succeed or will all hopes and dreams be dashed with a petri dish that yet again failed to produce the dream I had hoped for?
Like Noa P. Singleton I will never have a baby of my own. Unlike Noa P. Singleton I still have a chance. I just have to look outside of this prisoner cell for more options.
In late August my husband and I will have the results of his karyotyping test. Together we will make a decision that we will need to live with to break free of this prison. Will we be able to move forward and put this terrible past behind us? Or will we move on with more treatments lengthening the sentence that already seems to be terminal?
This post was inspired by the novel The Execution of Noa P. Singleton by Elizabeth L. Silver. Mere months before Noa’s execution, her victim’s mother changed her mind Noa’s sentence and vows to help stay the execution. Join From Left to Write on July 30 as we discuss The Execution of Noa P. Singleton.. As a member, I received a copy of the book for review purposes.
