infertility

The subject of infertility is very private in our circles; it is just not something that is talked about in the open. I didn’t even tell my Hasidic parents.

For queer parents like me, meanwhile — although I know that my whiteness and my class affords me a degree of protection from scrutiny and interference — the threat of being deemed an illegitimate parent also serves to silence any discussion of mixed feelings.

I always wanted to be a mother. I loved kids and they loved me. The only problem was, my defective reproductive system didn’t get that memo.

I never was able to get pregnant. And after five surgeries and two failed rounds of IVF, it was a dream I had to let go of at the age of 28.

Pregnancy announcements are the norm all over social media. But for someone experiencing infertility, seeing those announcements can be triggering.

I’m not here to scream from the other side of my parenting choice. What I want is for women’s choices regarding fertility to be supported, full stop.

Welcoming any baby is probably the single most emotional experience of the human condition. But welcoming a Rainbow Baby?

Miscarriage steals your ability to prepare for the future, to trust your body, your mind, and your support system.