One of the best things that came out of blogging about our infertility journey was that I received many, many email from readers sharing their experiences. One of them is Christina. I won’t give away any spoilers about her road to motherhood but I am thankful that she is willing to talk openly about what she had to go through. Here’s part one of Christina’s story.
Once upon a time, I’d failed my Physics exam in Secondary 3. I cried so hard that the vice-principal took me into her office.
She told me, “You may not be good in science, but someday, you will make a GREAT mother.”
I was pretty insulted, like really, couldn’t she find any other talent or aptitude in me?
But yes, that’s exactly how I’d viewed motherhood – that having kids would just be a given and that it would never be anything I would need to be worried about. My grandmother had 13 (!) children, I was an “accident” for my mother who insisted she’d taken precautions and my periods have always been a perfect 28-day cycle.
In fact, when my husband and I tried to conceive, the next month, I discovered that I was pregnant. On my first check-up, everything seemed to be in order. I was spotting a little, but the gynaecologist told me that was common, gave me some hormone pills and prenatal supplements, and congratulated me. I began reading What to Expect When You’re Expecting.
And that’s when the unexpected occurred.