Infertility has always been my worst enemy, but when it also hits someone close to me, it really really really bugs me. I wrote a couple of blogs ago about my buttcheek who got pregnant via IVF and had a miscarriage last week at 7 weeks. When I saw her last week, I basically told her things to prepare her for the miscarriage, for example the cramps, the bleeding and the tissue that she will see coming out of her body. And yesterday she texted me saying that the tissue came out. I can imagine how depressed she seeing technically her baby coming out.
She said she broke down a couple of times yesterday. Sigh...I wish I could do more for her. I wish I could do more for infertiles everywhere. If I were a billionaire, I would hire the best fertility doctors to come up with a foolproof method to make a baby with medical assistance. But alas, I'm no billionaire and nobody can guarantee that medically assisted conception is a foolproof method for a take home baby. It is all to Him.
Doesn't stop me from wishing though. At least for the billionaire bit...
That is so sad, it is good you were there to give her advice. You do what you can.
ReplyDeleteAnd let me know if that billionaire wish comes true!
You'll be one of the first to know :P
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