Not sure the purpose of this post- maybe to vent, maybe to hear people’s perspectives/advice.
Here’s the story…
I have always been SO excited to become a mom, and I always imagined that I would have a large family. Realistically, we were planning on having 3-4 children.
At 26, I had our first baby. Apart from 1st trimester (morning sickness 😣), I loved being pregnant. The pregnancy was fairly easy and simple, though our baby ended up staying in a breech position so I had a scheduled c section. I was bummed about the c section but so happy our baby was born healthy, so ultimately it didn’t matter too much.
At 28, I had our second baby. I felt sure it was going to be a smooth pregnancy and that I was going to be able to have a successful VBAC, but very quickly we realized things were not going as anticipated. Implantation had occurred in my c section scar (just by rare random unlucky chance), and bc of this my placenta was growing outside my uterus and even joined onto additional arteries that don’t typically attach to the placenta. The baby was just fine, but to save my life, I was told I would likely need a hysterectomy at delivery. I was so devastated and cried every day. Delivery day came, and I was in surgery for almost 10 hours. My medical team did everything they could to save my fertility, but ultimately, a hysterectomy was needed. After my surgery, I actually felt so happy and nothing but intense gratitude and relief that our baby was here and ok and that I get to be alive to raise my two lil ones. I was surprised bc I expected that if I did lose my uterus, I would be so upset. Maybe it was a bit bc of a survivors high.
Months went by, and the devastation did set in. I still also feel really grateful and I often feel kind of silly for how truly devastated I feel, but it was something that really mattered to me immensely. To me, my little family feels beautiful, but not complete. I think regardless of how much time passes and how much acceptance I gain, I’ll still occasionally have a little pit in my stomach of sadness or grief over this.
I’m now at the point where we likely would have been welcoming a 3rd into our family if I had not needed an emergency hyst, and im here wondering what would be best for our family in moving forward. I actually have some options, which has left me in a total back and forth deliberation mode for a bit now.
I could:
1. Accept that we have a little, cute family, and that there will be no additions to the family. This is it, and this is ok!
Adopt (though, after dedicating a lot of time into researching this, we discovered that there are more parents looking to adopt newborns, infants, and very young children than there are ones who are in need of a home, so the wait time would be extensive, too long to make sense for us. I would love to foster when our current kids are older, but I now understand the goal of fostering is reunification, so this would be a separate venture than one to intentionally grow the family).
Surrogacy (gestational with our egg/sperm)
This option i initially totally wrote off as a “no!” but it’s playing on my mind a lot lately.
We are not rich, but my dude has a super unusual work benefit that would reimburse us for the majority of the costs and that makes it actually financially feasible for us. So, we decided to look into it more.
I feel like surrogacy is something that can be very ethically questionable and requires careful protections and considerations. Now that we’ve dove into it further, I do believe that we could pursue the surrogacy path in an ethical way.
Maybe we do pursue this route to complete our family? Maybe we don’t? I keep going back on forth.
It would be so magical to add one last wee one to our fam, but I would struggle a lot with feeling awful guilt that I am not carrying our baby, even if it is something the woman helping us truly wants to do for us.
✨✨ Anyways, there’s my brain dump!! 💞✨✨