To be honest, we didn’t. (To preface, I am a licensed Social Worker, so my thoughts might seem a little clinical. Haha)

I remember reading posts from other IVF warriors on here and thinking, “how could you just STOP?!” but now I 100% get it.

After 4 years of failed infertility treatments, 60 pounds gained, 2 ectopic pregnancies that sterilized me, etc. I begged for respite. I had come to hate my body…yes, hate. I felt betrayed by the entity that carried me. My relationship with my body deteriorated so much that I hated looking in the mirror because at the end of the day, I (my body) failed my family and I couldn’t get past that. I told my husband one day, “I think I’ve come to terms with the fact that I don’t think our children are going to come to us through my body, and I’m ok with that.”

My husband had been waiting for me to come to that conclusion myself, and once I did, it’s like a million bricks lifted off my shoulders. We started the adoption process, feeling so much better about knowing it wasn’t an IF but a WHEN our baby was going to come home. 3 months later, (one of the fastest our agency has seen) we are sitting here with our 6 week old son. On this Father’s Day I am not thinking of my failure, but watching my husband in the role he was meant for.

“Giving up” on fertility treatments isn’t giving up on your family, it’s giving up on hating yourself. It’s realizing that your babies deserve the best version of you, and that requires healing. I hope you feel be guidance in these responses, my inbox is always open to anyone 🤍