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January 5, 2006, 4:25 pm PST
I can relate to what you are feeling
Quote From: smorgaI have been struggling with infertility for almost 5 years now. In January of 2005, I became pregnant with twins through IUI, finally! But then I delivered prematurely at 18 weeks and I have been absolutely devastated. It was so long in coming and it took so much money and emotional stress. I have been critical about support groups as therapy for my infertility and my loss, but have recently reached such a low, that I am willing to try anything. I have been very encouraged by reading your posts and I hink it will be very theraputic to talk with other women who are experiencing the same things. I get so tired of trying to relate to "normal" women and having them be "sympathetic". It will be very healing to talk with women who are truly empathetic. I'm recently looking to more natural alternatives to try and concieve again. If anyone has any insight or advice, I'm open. Also, to those of you who are considering adotion, I adopted very early on, it was kindof a fluke, we weren't planning or ready, but he is a blessing and is every bit our child. Most people are shocked to find out he is not our biological child. It is a good option and heaven knows there are tons of children waiting to be loved. My only concern or question, and maybe someone else who has adopted can help me here, is that, because I wasn't ready when we adopted and the circumstances are weird, I fear sometimes that I hold back on loveing my son as much as I would my own child. We have recently been considering adopting again, I think I'm more ready this time, but I'm afraid there will always be a void in my capacity to love adopted children the way I could love a child I created. 
So, if anyone has some advice or has felt similar fears, it would be great to know I'm not the only who feels like I might be holding back.  That was one of the questions I had to really ask myself before I got on a comfort level with adoption. It literally came out of my mouth one day when I asked my husband if I would be able to bond with an adopted child the same as a birth child.
The conversation went like so...
Me- When you give birth, you have 9 months to get used to this little person inside of you. (I was fortunate to be at the birth of my very favorite niece and she looked so strange when she first came out, all red and angry with that misshapen head and that really squinched face. She was so adorable, but looked so odd at first)
My husband- Well, yeah
Me- Then they hand you that little alien, but you have had time to get used to them and the idea of them....
My husband_ Broad Grin, threatening to laugh
Me-almost tearful- But when you adopt, you just get handed the little bundle and they don't know you and you don't know them.
Husband- sweet smile-
Me-Will I just be able to bond to them? I won't have time to prepare with them. Will I be able to love them and bond the same?
Husband- oh, baby, of course. When you hold them and they feel you and feel loved and you look at them, you will love them.
Me-tears of joy and a sudden realization that he is right and my fears were a little silly.
I think the only reason that I have reached a comfort zone is that I was finally able to realize that my fears were completely irrational and the only way they would be a reality is if I still had those fears. I think it is something like a self-fulfilling prophesy. I "know" now that I will be so in love and utterly in awe even if I don't have 9 months of prior bonding that nothing will really matter in the world but that baby. So, I'm not afraid anymore, not of that. I am a little afraid that I will still want to experience those parts of motherhood that I will miss, but that has absolutely no relation to how I will feel about and love a little one by choice. I do think that somewhere in my mind those two things had somehow been confused before. Now it seems so crystal clear, and all I really needed was my husband telling me how silly I was. Funny how those things seem to go.
Kim
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