Hope for August: My Fertility Journey
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This memoir shares the fertility journey upon which I embarked. It is a cathartic look at my experiences to become a biological mother. You will see the physical lengths that I, like many women, have gone through in pursuit of motherhood. You will ride the roller coaster of my emotions--the shock and discouragement of my diagnosis, the hope of a new life, the depth of my shame and sadness.
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Hope for August - Jennifer Kirsch
A Lifelong Dream
The joy in motherhood comes in moments.
There will be hard times and frustrating times, but amid the
challenges there are shining moments of joy and satisfaction.
M. Russell Ballard
At this point, I think filling in some of my background is in order. Born in Pittsburgh in 1970, I was indeed a child of the Seventies, with the typical two parents and a sibling. I was raised in Green Tree, Pennsylvania, a bedroom suburb of the City of Pittsburgh, in the house where my parents still live. My father was the breadwinner, as my mom chose to resign her teaching position and be a stay-at-home mom after becoming pregnant with me. The majority of my friends’ families were one-income families, so having one parent at home was the norm. Although we had one income, we wanted for nothing.
My parents--my mother in particular--exposed my sister and me to a variety of experiences. As a former music teacher, she always played music in the house. Whether it was records of orchestras or John Philip Sousa marches blaring to wake us on every patriotic holiday, we loved music. On random evenings, she would crank up the volume and let us dance ourselves into a frenzy around the living room in our underwear before bath time.
We were introduced to the arts at an early age. We visited the Carnegie Museums of Art and Natural History. We attended concerts and performances by the Pittsburgh Ballet Theater and community-based groups. We took instrumental music and dance lessons. Art supplies were readily available. One of my favorite artistic exploits was toe painting, not finger painting, in the driveway. We were given tempera paint and freezer paper and created our masterpieces. On those messy occasions, we were stripped down and had our preliminary shower
in the back yard via sprinkler.
Summers were carefree--full of adventure and fun. We played softball and took swimming lessons. We hung out at Green Tree Swimming Pool most afternoons. We had our assigned chores and did schoolwork to prepare for the upcoming school year. We took walks at the local Nature Center. We made pilgrimages to the Strip District where we ate salt sticks from Pennsylvania Macaroni and drank Cherokee Red soda in the back of our full-size, green station wagon. We took weeklong vacations to Geneva-on-the-Lake in Ohio and long weekends at the Oglebay Resort in West Virginia.
I was creative, curious, smart, and sensitive. I knew right from wrong and how to speak up for myself and others. I knew, even at that young age, that I had a bigger purpose in life. That purpose was to be a mom. Surprisingly it had nothing to do with traditional family values, gender stereotypes, or my Catholic upbringing. I knew instinctively that it was something I wanted--that I was destined to do.
As I grew, my mom instilled in us the value of being a family. She fostered our creativity and encouraged our independence. She taught us about personal responsibility and the importance of honesty. When I reflect on my upbringing now, I wish I could be half of the mother she was.
During junior high school, I began babysitting for neighborhood families. Although I don't want to brag, I was an excellent babysitter. I packed my blue backpack with crayons, markers, construction paper, pipe cleaners, safety scissors, color pages, and puppet-making supplies. When I babysat, the children in my care worked on projects. Some were seasonal projects like the red and green chains we used to decorate a number of mantels at Christmastime. Others involved creating puppets over several sessions and performing puppet shows for the parents. There was no doubt that I was good with children.
At Keystone Oaks High School, I took a variety of high-level, academically-challenging courses and elective courses that allowed me to explore my varied interests, including a two-year child care program where I had the chance to plan and teach lessons and present activities and games to preschool children. I was born to be a teacher in some capacity. Through this class, I realized that I had the skills to be a good mother.
Outside of school, I continued to babysit. I also assumed the role of a student dance teacher at the studio where I took classes during my junior and senior years of high school. I taught preschool-aged students in ballet, tap, and basic acrobatics.
Throughout high school, a number of girls became pregnant, and most chose to carry their pregnancies to term. While I wanted to be a mom and recognized that I had the fundamental skills to do so, I certainly didn’t want to be one at such a young age. I couldn’t support myself, much less a child, so there was no jealousy, just a gentle reminder that I would get to join the mom club
when it was my time.
I graduated high school in June 1988 at the age of seventeen with no intention of immediately continuing my education. I wanted to live and work before deciding on my path. After a couple of weeks working at Parkway Center Mall I had an epiphany. I didn’t want to work at the mall for the rest of my life. Retail sales work was not for me, so I applied to Carlow College in Pittsburgh and was accepted.
Not only was I accepted, but I was also given an academic scholarship. I enrolled part-time in the spring term of 1989. By the end of that first semester, I was hooked and changed my status to full-time. I commuted during my years at Carlow and was heavily involved in campus