Following article is written by our regular participant Sharmin Islam.

Pregnancy and the road to motherhood is a special journey that women experience.  While it is a truly special time, the road to get there can often be a long and twisted one.  I am sharing my personal story to show the unexpected, turbulent and emotional ride that women often go through before they are able to enjoy the fruits of their labor. 

About a year and a half after I got married back in 2002, I had this sudden and immense desire to have a baby and experience motherhood.  I have always loved babies, and finally I felt like the time was right to start my own family.  When I told my husband of my desire to start a family, he was a bit hesitant to take on any parental responsibilities at that point.  Although I was disappointed, we agreed to wait a little longer before we embarked on the journey to parenthood.  I felt that was only fair, since I wanted both of us to be on the same page and emotionally ready to start a family. 

Motherhood, Photo Courtesy: Sharmin Islam

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some months down the line when we decided that the time was finally right to try bringing a baby into this world, I was elated.  I felt like I could finally get started towards fulfilling my dream of having my own family.  Initially, I wasn’t worried when I didn’t conceive right away, but as the months rolled by and I still hadn’t gotten pregnant, I started to get disappointed every time my period would arrive.  When seven months passed without any signs of pregnancy, I started to cry every time I got my period.  What started out as an eager and joyful adventure towards parenthood, started to weigh down on my husband and I, especially as we heard more and more of our friends getting pregnant, while we were still trying so hard to conceive. More...
To top it all off, we have this culture where intense peer pressure starts appearing from all sides if a women does not get pregnant within a certain time period of her getting married.  During this time, even well-meaning relatives and friends had started dropping both subtle and obvious hints to us about starting a family. While most of those comments did not bother us and we were able to say we would try soon, some of the comments were hurtful.  When a relative remarked that three of my cousins, who had all gotten married around the same time as us, not only all had one child each, but that those kids were all walking now, it really struck a nerve and hurt.  Such comments made both my husband and I feel very helpless. It seemed like people thought that the fault was with us for not having children in the time frame they thought was appropriate; without knowing the individual circumstances, our society is quick to pass judgment on couples; not caring about the emotional ramifications of such a move.  It made me sad to realize that if this kind of pressure was present in even educated middle class families, then the extent of the emotional pressure in the villages where the educational level may be lower might be even more.

During my personal journey, I started to lose hope that I could get pregnant after about eight months of trying, even though doctors say that it may take up to a year for a fertile couple to conceive.  My husband and I decided that after our one year period would end, we would both go to a doctor for a check-up and further advice if I still had not conceived by then.  That December, we planned a trip to Nevada and California, just to get out of town and recharge emotionally.  After getting back from vacation, I started having really bad period-like cramps towards the end of the month.  I thought my period was on its way, hence the bad cramps, and didn’t think too much about it.  When more than ten days went by and still there was no sign of a period, something made wonder if I could possibly be pregnant?  Without getting my hopes up and also really fearing disappointment at the same time, I went to CVS – a local pharmacy to buy yet another pack of pregnancy tests.  I went straight home and took the test and waited for the longest three minutes of my life to pass until I could peak at the test.  When I saw the two lines on the pregnancy test, I could not believe that I was pregnant, so I decided to take another test with the second stick that came in the package.  Two lines again! Yes, it was true.  I was pregnant!  Oh my God, I thought I was going to faint and fall at that moment.  I rushed to call my husband who was still at work to make him guess why I was calling and of course when he could not answer why, gave him the good news.  It would be an understatement to say that he was elated.
The lessons I learned on my journey into pregnancy was painful, but I was fortunate to be able to experience sheer joy at the end of one year of trying to get pregnant.  My heart goes out to those who are still trying to experience this same joy.

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