A Half Dozen or So or Nine Months to Grow
Michelle Obama; Gabrielle Union; Mariah Carey; Brook Shields; Tyra Banks; Angela Bassett, and Chrissy Tiegen are just a few of the famous names that we can put a face with of women that have been transparent about their struggles with infertility—-or an inability to carry a pregnancy to term, if they could conceive at all. I want to share another side—-perhaps perspective to this reality.
Nor is this discussion intended to shame any women experiencing these emotions—-in fact it’s just the opposite—-it’s to say, that you are not alone—-we see and support you. But, consequently; I think these emotions are masked more than any other facet of this conundrum—-they are not discussed as openly as they could be—-therefore exasperating the secret embarrassment some women feel. For other women, they are ashamed for various reasons, that they are unable to carry a pregnancy i.e., they question the completeness their womanhood—-which is in no way true, but that doesn’t negate the validity of those feelings—-so stigmas persist. But in other instances where many women had the good fortune and resources to afford In vitro fertilization (IVF) or the blessing of surrogacy —-their dreams, desire and willingness to have children, and a family were realized because on the other side of this conundrum was a young woman capable and willing to donate her eggs or to be a surrogate.
The reason I have decided to write and share this blog/ post is because I hope to invoke thought, compassion, conversation and maybe even “involvement.”
And while we fight for our “right to choose”, (which I support); I also empathize with any woman that would give anything to be able to conceive and can’t—-to carry and can’t. I know women in my life, and networks that can’t. And it wasn’t until I met the first of those women that I realized what I took for granted, as being as natural as breathing—-was someone else’s physical impossibility.
That said, I think pregnancy is beautiful—-the entire process. I remember various times being told, “You look beautiful pregnant.” Well, I know that wasn’t always true, but I felt beautiful, and that’s what was permeating—-how I felt. If I were happily married, and wealthy; I would have had several children, but as a single, and later a divorced woman—-my purse strings tied up at three —- though I birthed four—with one dying prematurely. Nevertheless, absolutely could not expand any further beyond the three. But I wanted more under the right conditions, nevertheless time and chance played its hand.
So, this one thing will remain on the list of things I always wanted to do—-the thing I let slip through my fingers because I either got distracted, sidetracked, or just procrastinated, therefore not elevating it to the level of importance I wished I had—-consequently missing the window of opportunity, to have enrolled in an egg donor or surrogacy program. I utterly wanted to make this a part of my legacy, and a blessing realized for someone else.
As a young woman; I am convinced that I was blessed by the fertility “gods”, and I realized that I was blessed once meeting one woman after another that could not conceive children, while I took for granted the ease by which I could. So much-so, that I could count on my children being born precisely on their due dates because I knew their conception dates—-allowing for a 24-48 hour variance.
I remember reading in Will Smith’s memoir, that his wife, Jada Pinkett Smith knew within the seconds that she was pregnant, (Smith, W., 2021). Some thought and still ‘meme’ it as ridiculousness—-but I totally know of that reality.
Oddly, the last time this crossed my mind was in my early fifties, by which time, was moot because of my age.
However, on December 22, 2022, the day before my fifty-eighth birthday; I underwent a total hysterectomy due to uterine fibroids.
Now, having shared this; I don’t want to glaze over the adverse history of the pattern of excessive hysterectomy procedures performed on Black women and other women of color. If it’s something you want to know more about; I encourage you to do some research—-if for no other reason than to be informed. When I was a young girl, I remember several women in my orbit talking about having undergone or having a procedure scheduled. During this era, it would appear that the procedures had a more nefarious intent. Even today, I am not sure we have totally mediated the targeted race (s), and capitalistic gain agendas concerning this phenomenon. In fact, in the very recent past I happened to be on a leadership call with a medical institution when the unit where these surgeries are performed was referenced as, “Our money making procedures.” Definitely a tone death statement and one where “saying the quiet part out loud”, was surely a faux pas. So, before I digress from sharing historical information; I want to share a couple of poignant facts for awareness:
*”In 1961, Fannie Lou Hamer received a hysterectomy by a white doctor without her consent while undergoing surgery to remove a uterine tumor.”
*”J. Marion Sims—-a doctor that performed unauthorized and non consented hysterectomy on enslaved women without anesthesia because according to him; Black women don't feel pain.”
As for me—-I voluntarily opted to have a total hysterectomy for which I was afraid of the anesthesia—-not the procedure. Following an annual gynecological visit —-an exam would reveal that I had been carrying one fibroid the size of a ten week fetus and several other smaller ones surrounding it. But it would not be until after the surgery that, (I elected to have), when the final number of fourteen in total would be confirmed. As stoic and professionally composed as the doctor had always been throughout my visits, it was for the first time, when he stood beside me as I lay in bed in recovery, that I saw his facial expression (forehead) contort, as he stated, “You had fourteen fibroids.” And in my groggy state, I responded, “That’s massive”, and the doctor’s response was, “In medical terms, yes that is massive.” He proceeded to show me pictures for me to see for myself — which gave me the chills-—but it was when he pointed to my ovaries in the picture, and said, “Your ovaries were in pristine condition—-they were both optimal”, was when I quickly turned my head to hide my teary eyes that were filling up. But in keeping with the procedure, he removed one of my ovaries. I was saddened, reminded, and now deeply regretting, that I let the window of opportunity to assist another woman in her ability to have children close—-another woman who wasn’t as fortunate as I had been to be blessed with fertility, or the ability to carry a pregnancy. And now that the ability to do so, without question, no longer exist for me—-it’s my hope to be a part of the larger conversation. A conversation that contributes to debunking the stigmas and shame around infertility, and perhaps stimulate thought and stir up additional conversations, sensitivity, and compassion within my sphere of reach for those women that may be a possibility to another woman’s impossibility.
There was an inside joke recently—-following my procedure of “Dang! You mean all this time I could have tapped you on the shoulder to borrow some eggs.” Hilarious to the point of laughing tears—-but yet a truth.
So while this may feel awkward to some, even crass to others—-I hope it’s liberating to someone else—-even if it’s just one other.
Have a wonderfully blessed New Year!
Grace, Peace & Love🤍
#Cshaw
#ABetterYouisaBetterMe 🌹
*Content included in upcoming book, “Be Who You Say You Are” 2023
Copyright © 2022 by Christie Y. Shaw
This Blog was everything that us women don’t talk about often. I had a recent encounter with a patient that has changed my perspective on how us woman run the world. While taking his vitals, he Explained how if every woman decided to close their legs, the world would be no more. I’m saying this to say, I wish the people who wish not to come to terms with pregnancy had the resources and mental support to birth for adoption or donate their eggs.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your response and insightful thoughts. It’s my hope that a conversation starts with you and it continues to evolve, so that we (women) are having these meaningful conversations often. Thank you!🌹
DeleteGreat post! Really has me thinking of how much we take this for granted as well. I was actually asked to be a surrogate this past year, as a joke, but still some seriousness to it. I immediately was taken back like umm idk about that. But reading this, and thinking about how they may feel to not being able to carry makes me want to reconsider helping a friend out. It’s a tough decision still. Because black women also often have very traumatic labors. So it’s bittersweet, but definitely a topic of conversation I will have with my friends.
ReplyDeleteThank you! I am elated that you are interested in creating a safe-place for conversation around this topic. I think we have to start somewhere because in our communities this is treated as taboo instead of an opportunity for us to help and truly support each other. I would love to hear about where your heart leads you. God bless you.🌹🤍
DeleteThis is a topic I recently discussed with a few women as I have just had my first child. It is shocking how we take fertility for granted. When i was younger, I was afraid to get pregnant and have to give birth so I would make statements that I never wanted children and hoped to become infertile so I would never have to go through the process of making a choice or giving birth. I realize now how idiotic and selfish those statements were. I figured there are a lot of children in this world with no home, who needs to be loved by someone who truly wants to be a mother. Therefore, if I never had my own, I would give my love to someone already here. I feel this is something else women forget. We have so many people who foster children and don't care about them at all. They simply use the foster system to gain money. We need more people who will be foster parents and truly love and nurture the children. It's a hard thought of not having your own, but it's a beautiful thought of wanting to love someone who did not come from you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Thank you.
DeleteYour perspective is intelligent, compassionate, and insightful. Love is a powerful force—it’s an act of intentionality—not “feelings” or “sensations”, and anything done with intentional love is the perfect place to start.
God bless you!🤍🌹
Great post! Fertility is not a topic we as a society talk about until couples start to struggle to get pregnant. Women’s eggs are expose to so much toxins that infertility rates are increasing almost every year. Pregnancy is such a beautiful thing but it’s also extremely brutal on the female body. So much needs to go right for a woman to have a successful pregnancy. I have been asked by my friends and coworkers if I would ever be a surrogate and I say yes every time. Many women can’t carry their own baby and I would gladly help bring a baby into this world.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written! I don’t have any little ones yet because I’m not prepared, but I’ve thought about and always been afraid of being infertile. Reading this and the comments has opened my eyes to the other options available and it’s made me realize that there is a community if it were to happen. It’s also made me want to go ahead and have a fertility evaluation just for my own awareness.
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