Showing posts with label envy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label envy. Show all posts

11 March, 2025

Childlessness and Pregnancy Loss

I listened to an interesting podcast the other day. Those of you who know me might be surprised - I definitely struggle with podcasts. In fact, I started to write an explanation, but have turned it into a post on A Separate Life this week. But this was one I had to hear. Because Loribeth featured on The Full Stop podcast, in a discussion that is very pertinent to me - Childlessness and Pregnancy Loss. Don't continue if you're not ready for this, or if you have difficult feelings around pregnancy and pregnancy loss. (Though I try to address these at the end.) You'll find the link here via  Loribeth's post about the podcast. And a warning: it's a tear-jerker!

As any regular reading of No Kidding in NZ knows, I had two pregnancy losses in my path to Otherhood, and then spent years participating in and moderating an ectopic pregnancy website, before I even thought of starting this blog. So I was interested to see what angle the discussion might take. Any limited time for four people to discuss a topic is, of necessity, going to limit the discussion itself. (In her post, Loribeth mentioned the "gazillion" things she wished she'd been able to say!)  We understand that. And there were some very interesting points. These are my comments on it.

First, the issue of silencing ourselves was raised. Loribeth has talked about this too, but I was thinking about it from my own perspective. Talking about loss seems to be largely taboo in our society. The whole "don't say you're pregnant until after the first trimester" really says "it doesn't count until you are properly pregnant." (I had someone say, "oh, it's still really early then" as if it didn't count, even though my nausea was very real. I'd announced my pregnancy early only to my family at Christmas, as they would have wanted to know why I wasn't drinking! But it was dismissed.) After a loss, the rule of no early announcement says, "we don't care about early pregnancy losses." People don't want to hear it. It's as if you're "not really pregnant" or, as a friend said to me, "you never had anything so there was nothing really to lose." So even when we have a loss, we are unable to talk about it. We are silenced. 

In ectopic terms, this too is incredibly dangerous, as it means a general lack of awareness by both family and friends, the women themselves, and their doctors. Women's early pregnancy pains or other symptoms are easily dismissed. I was lucky that I had a great GP, who wanted to monitor my HCG levels to ensure I was having a miscarriage. When my levels did not fall, but rose insufficiently, it was clear I was not - it was an ectopic pregnancy, which instantly means "danger." I've since seen many many women - one woman is too many - be told by their doctors not to worry, they're just having a miscarriage, only to end up in hospital with life-saving emergency surgery after internal bleeding, or needing emergency medication. I remember Bamberlamb telling me that, when presenting at hospital with symptoms of her third ectopic pregnancy, she had to ask the nurses/doctors for their names so her husband would know how to name if she died as a result of a ruptured ectopic pregnancy. It was only then that she got the help she needed. And it was only because she had been active on the Ectopic Pregnancy Trust Messageboard that she knew all the symptoms and what they meant - and knew them far better than the medical professionals at the emergency department.*

But, as the podcasters noted, we also silence ourselves. At first we do it out of self-protection, I think. I found I could talk about the mechanics of my ectopic pregnancies - the reality of the medical treatment, what implanted where, etc - more easily than the fact that I lost the future baby. Anything involving emotions would have set me off - I wasn't much of a crier before loss, but then the floodgates opened! So I preferred not to talk about it, except with a select few, or online, when you can type even when the screen is blurry through the tears. I also felt embarrassed and ashamed. I don't now. Not at all. But at the time, emotions are complicated. Protecting ourselves as we work through them is important self-care.

We also silence ourselves, trying to be sensitive to others. We don't want them to be uncomfortable, so we hide our own emotions and therefore our own experience. We don't want newly pregnant women to worry any more than they might. But in doing that, we are also not being honest about how it affects us, or the significant percentage of women who experience loss or childlessness. I find it interesting that it is often the grieving person who is forced to be the most sensitive to others. (Don't get me started!)

But all this silence is not entirely honest either. When we can cope, when we are ready, talking about loss openly is much more honest, both to our own experiences and our own relationships with others. It must help those who will come after us. Because there are always those who come after us, and knowledge is important, awareness is life-saving, and information is power. That's why I worked in the field (voluntarily) for years, and why I still try to talk about it openly when I feel it is appropriate and/or necessary.

Support, as Lori mentioned on the podcast, is something we take when we can get it. But often that support drops away, especially if people go on to have children and drop off the radar. She found that in her support group, and I found it also at the ectopic messageboards, as more and more of my friends went off and had their families, and disappeared. I didn't really belong there except in the anonymous moderator role. But my presence, like Lori's as a leader of her support group, was important visually, just to let people know we were okay. And then I found blogging, where I do belong, even if I live on the other side of the world from most of you. That's why I love this community so much!

Michael, of the Full Stop podcast, also talked about how "the ghost (of his and his wife's losses) continues to be with us." Their losses are around birthdays and Mother's Day, and that is hard to ignore. I can relate to that. I learned I would never have children at a scan on my birthday, and both my ectopics took place over Christmas and New Year. Others I know remember the dates of their last IVFs, or when they decided not to look at assisted reproduction, or adoptions fell through or they had no choice but to opt out.Though I'd like to give some hope. After over 20 years, I can think of those dates and losses with love and compassion for the woman I was, but largely without the pain. (Although I admit that the Mother's Day reminder is an unkind double whammy.) I've written about this here, and here, amongst other places.

His perspective on how a man grieves, whilst at the same time wanting to help his wife, is complicated too. He had nowhere to find support. I remember my husband saying that his GP asked "if his wife was over it yet." I don't recall him saying the GP asked how HE was handling it. And I remember how, when I was feeling better recovered and stronger, that my husband felt he could finally open up to me more about his feelings. 

Finally, there was a really interesting discussion around envy amongst the childless community. Even though we are all living lives without children now, the speakers felt the envy of those who never got the joy of that positive pregnancy test, or who felt the losses of the children they never had but don't feel they can talk them as losses, or those who never had their losses recognised, or those who never named their losses or had those names recognised by family and friends, or those who never held their lost babies, or those who never saw them take a breath, etc. And those who are envied might also envy - it's only natural, I think. They might envy those who never felt the fear of an emergency hospital intervention, who never felt the grief of a late-term or full-term loss, who never had to take medication or have a D&C to end an incomplete miscarriage, who never had to tell family/friends/colleagues of their loss. 

Envy is, of course, for what the other person had, not what they lost. It's a blindness, and is only about the loss felt by the envious person (eg. the lack of a pregnancy positive, or a good scan, or heartbeat, etc). And that is real. But we also need to know the existence of that envy can feel like we are negating what the subject of that envy has lost. That the magnitude of their loss feels cancelled out by the moments they had that we might not have. 

That's where compassion comes in. And sometimes, compassion can only come with time, when we are less self-centred, and our envy can morph into true compassion and empathy for another's loss. I think, I hope, that the childless community is good at that, ultimately. Most of us recognise that everyone's grief is different, and there's no better or worse.

* I know all this is wordy and perhaps repetitive. If one woman finds this information about ectopic pregnancy, and it helps her or someone she knows, it is worth noting.


 

25 April, 2022

Dealing with pregnancy announcements

Last week, Mel wrote about how to tell someone you are pregnant, prompted by a question raised in the Washington Post. I started writing a long (looooong) comment, and realised it would be better as a blog post. Jess beat me to it, and wrote her perspective here. It’s worth reading them both.

The question posed was how to tell someone who has struggled with infertility that you are pregnant. Obviously not a problem we have had, but the lack of understanding* of others has sometimes caused us a problem. The answer suggested giving the person space by telling them by text or email, and telling them it was okay to take time to process. It was really nice to read that advice in such a wide-reaching forum as the WP. I hope a lot of people gained a new understanding of how to announce their pregnancies to their infertile friends and family.

The thing that bothers me with this issue is that so often it is the person on the receiving end of the news (the one struggling with infertility or childlessness) who is criticised and judged for being upset, for potentially being upset, or for simply struggling with the news. People who should know better judge us, even if we react perfectly decently. (See Jess’s post for an example of this.) We judge ourselves too, sometimes even more harshly.

The reality is that pregnancy announcements can be very difficult to hear for anyone who has suffered infertility, loss, or childlessness. They are a reminder that everyone else (or so it seems) manages to do something so easily, and we can't. They bring up all those feelings of "what's wrong with me?" or "maybe I never deserved it" or "maybe I did something wrong" etc. The feelings aren't about the friend who has the good news. We are happy for them. But we want (or wanted) their good news too. And that good news prompts all those feelings of self-worth and failure, which we might still battle with daily (especially in the days of active infertility, or in the first years of childlessness), but usually silently.  We then have to deal with those sad feelings, and on top of that, we feel bad and guilty about having them, even though a) we are happy for our friends, but we are unhappy for ourselves, and b) it's a perfectly natural reaction.

So I agree that, as suggested in the WaPo, having time to process is really important. It gives us time to prepare ourselves for being around/seeing the reaction of others too. Because the outpouring of excitement, ooh-ing and aah-ing, and gushing (there’s no other way to describe it) from others is hard to take. If you want to listen to pronatalism run riot, listen to the comments at a pregnancy announcement! So when a friend told me she was pregnant, and would be announcing it at a small gathering I would be at a week later, I was very grateful. She herself never made me feel bad – but the sometimes over-the-top reactions of others were not as easy to deal with.

It's a two-way issue too. The pregnant person doesn’t always realise this, but inevitably it may signal a change in the relationship, and the potential loss of the relationship too, depending on both parties in the relationship. We see that coming, often from bitter experience. I saw a comment online the other day, when someone with children said that, “motherhood means lost friendships.” She should try it in the other direction, I thought! But it was evidence that both parties hurt over friendship changes. The truth is that frequently friendships change when children arrive, whether infertility is involved or not.

I will say this again though. Struggling with a pregnancy announcement is a normal reaction. We should not beat ourselves up for it. Ideally, our friends will understand and give us a little time to deal with this. If they don’t, it's out of ignorance, not malice. So taking a little time for ourselves is perfectly acceptable, and oftentimes, very important. I don’t recommend ghosting a person, as I read somewhere recently! I think that’s an appalling way to deal with the situation. But sending a card, or email, congratulating them, and then gradually talking to the pregnant person individually, on our own, can sometimes be easier. I would avoid groups if you can! That way we can let them know we’re happy for them, but at the same time might struggle with the news and need time to process. They can understand better that we might struggle, but that we’re still delighted for them and love them. Besides, the reality is that they are going to be surrounded by people congratulating them, and fussing over their announcement. That leaves room for us to take a little more time.


* my worst experience of a pregnancy announcement was, however, by email. "Sorry to hear of your ectopic pregnancy," emailed a (male) friend I'd emailed to tell about it. "But guess what, we're pregnant, and attached is our scan photo!!!"

06 June, 2016

Being honest about jealousy

Infertility bloggers are amongst the most honest people I know – maybe they are the most honest. They’ve had to deal with some difficult emotions, have had to face the fact they can’t do (easily, or at all) what others just take for granted, and they’ve had to face their demons. One of those demons we talk about regularly is that of jealousy, as we beat ourselves up for envying others, though so often what we are really feeling is sadness that we can’t experience what comes to others so easily.

This weekend, I confess that I am jealous - not of happy families or parents, but of other No Kidding bloggers. You see, a group of our esteemed colleagues got together this weekend, meeting up in person after getting to know each other online through the written word ("getting to know each other inside out" to quote my friend Sarah).

I wished I could have gone, though Vancouver is a long way to go for a weekend! I am very happy for the ones who are there, and I am hopeful another such gathering might occur some other time and some other place (New Zealand anyone?), when I can attend.

In the meantime, though, I confess that I am just plain and simply jealous!

22 December, 2013

Speed warning

I thought I would have a leisurely December, but no, it is full speed ahead and I fear I will just crash into the end of the year without getting much more posting done.  I have lots of thoughts and ideas, just no time.  And now all the relatives have arrived in town, it's only getting worse.  My first resolution for 2014 will be to be a better blogger here.

I did want to note one thing though.  In the spirit of the season, I was pleased to see that I changed a comment I was making on another blogger's post (she and her husband are childfree, but she is not an ALI blogger, and I don't know her story).  She posted about going to see a school play in her small community, and all the children who are part of her lives who were performing.  And I started to say how envious I was that she had all these children in her lives.  I don't have many children in my life.  Partly because the children of friends grow up and move away, and partly because many of the nieces and nephews live overseas. 

But then I paused.  Yes, I was envious.  I was also envious that the children had met my friend.  We have been internet (first blogging, then FB) friends for about seven years now, but I haven't met this friend who is freezing in Vermont at the current time.  But then I thought how petty it all sounded.  Her happiness doesn't change my reality.  I'm very glad my friend has these children in her life, and that they have her in theirs.  And as soon as I changed my comment, I felt uplifted.

26 February, 2013

Feeling left behind ...

Women without children, especially those who wanted children, often speak of feeling left behind.  I've written about it myself, and have actually the last few weeks had another post brewing.  It's still brewing, put aside for the moment, because I realised, as I sat down to write a post on my non-no kids blog, that I was feeling left behind in another way.

That's life you see.  I think whatever we do, we'll look at others, and think we've been left behind, just as they look at us (my friends with kids watching me travelling for example) and feel left behind, feel stuck, in ways too.  It comes and it goes.  There are times we will feel it acutely, and times we'll not feel it at all.  There are times it will hurt, and times we will celebrate and thank our lucky stars we have the life we have.  That's life.  Learning to live in the moment, and accepting that the grass isn't always greener ...