How I Got Here

Some women who struggle have no answers to their infertility. On paper they look perfect. Perfect lab tests, numbers, and perfect anatomy. They live with no medical reason to why they cannot have a baby, yet they cannot conceive. 
Other women have a whole list of imperfections. Cannot ovulate, blocked tubes, or an underlying medical condition. So which story am I you ask? What got me to where I am today?
My story unknowingly started when I was 16 years old. Just a regular teenager, joining the dating life. I considered myself a smart dater. I would do double dates with friends before ever going on a date alone. I thought I always had my bases covered. I didn't lie to my mom about where I was going, and my friends knew to hear from me when I left. I quickly learned no matter how safe you are, or how much you try to protect yourself from the outside world; there are people out there who will do anything and pretend to be anyone just to hurt you. 
It was just another movie date night. A date with someone I had already met three times before. A date night that changed my life forever. That night I fell victim to sexual assault. I followed all protocol, go to emergency department, get a kit done. Next, talk to police, file a report. See a counselor. Try to feel human again. Try to feel like everything that he took from me, I had control over again. I did it all. I started dating again. I found my husband, and thought the past could stay in the past. Until, we decided to start having children. One year into trying I found myself in surgery. Inside they found the leftover trauma from my assault. Scar tissue and inflammation on my Fallopian tubes. The past is brought back to the present. Not only did he try to ruin my life once, and I had just overcome it, but now he is also ruining my future. That one night that I worked so hard to suppress, brought back in a matter of minutes. Now impacting the lives of me, my husband and my family.
That was just the start of my infertility journey. Through more testing, more issues have been found. I cannot speak to the women who don't have answers. I do not know the struggle of just not knowing why or why not. I appreciate that I have answers because, although answers bring problems, they also bring solutions... one day. 
Stay strong. Keep Fighting. You are a Warrior!

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