How Infertility Prepared Me For The Resistance
October 5, 2017 This is not a thank you to infertility, which as I’ve stated elsewhere, I will never thank for anything, nor am I comparing the 2016 election to the yearning for and/or losing a baby, because there simply is no comparison. Yet, I’ve noticed striking similarities between my emotions, and the differences in my reactions, during the past 10 months and the years my husband and I fought to build our family. There is a certain kind of trauma when it all turns on a dime. Yes, there was the remote possibility of “something happening” (because I couldn’t bring myself to use the word “miscarriage”) during my first pregnancy, but that happened to other people, and I bought my little Florida baby a small stuffed alligator, dolphin, and manatee soon after the two pink lines. Then there was blood in my underwear, and my entire world shifted on its axis. I had no idea what hit me, or that it was just the beginning. Sure Donald Trump got closer to the White House than anyone with more than three brain cells and a single moral fiber could fathom, but reason and decency would prevail, and we’d soon be celebrating the election of our first woman president. Then MSNBC was frantically reporting numbers all askew, and there again went the ground from underneath me. This time I recognized...
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