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An Introduction to My Infertility Blog

A blog by Jane Newman, November 10, 2014

I have proof that good can come out of bad. Why? How? Let me tell you.

A few weeks ago I decided to start blogging. I decided to share my story. I don’t want to ruin it for you, but I want you to know it has a happy ending. Why am I telling you this? To explain why I wrote it in the first place. I’m going to be telling you the journey I went on to complete my family. My end result is a six-year-old girl and twins, a girl and boy, who are almost ten-months-old.

To achieve this, my husband and I overcame many hurdles, survived too many dark days to count. My daughter was taught in nursery that ‘sharing is caring’. I like that. I believe that. And that is why I’m sharing. I care. Care about those who unfortunately have found themselves, or who currently are, in a similar position I was in. What is that? I found out I had secondary infertility.

It’s more common than I realised. Something that isn’t talked about enough. By spreading the word I’m offering hope and support. For those who simply want to read my story, I invite them to do so. But I urge those who want to comment to feel free, those who have questions, go ahead, ask them.

We learnt only too quickly how you can’t plan anything in life. You just never know what’s around the corner. It’s ironic really, because I’m a qualified teacher, and as a teacher, I loved the fact that every day was different. That I had daily plans, but something would happen to change these, or the day would never go as I envisaged. But this was ok, it was fun, it was challenging, it made my job interesting.

However, we discovered that not knowing what’s around the corner is also scary, daunting and incredibly stressful. The intervals between each hospital appointment, each stage of treatment, were tense and disheartening. There were highs and lows.

But I want to end my first blog to you on a high. I have just come back from parents evening for my eldest daughter. In a later blog you will learn that the twins were born via a surrogate. To get to that stage we went through so much, which will all be revealed and shared with you in good time. I tell you this now though because it is the third parents’ evening I have now attended. At the first one, I remember sitting there looking over her ‘work’. My heart sank at the pictures of ‘My family’. She had drawn the three of us. Yet around me I felt like all I could see were pictures her peers had drawn, in which they had drawn their siblings. Tonight, two years later, how different things are. I had to pinch myself, for in front of me was a picture of our complete family. This made me feel complete.

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