I might not be able to have kids.
The thought comes flying at me as I sit in my psychiatrists’ big, squishy chair. I’m nodding along with what he’s saying as a fresh faced medical student sits in the corner taking notes. It feels like too clinical a place to have such a dream shattering realisation.
I might not be able to have kids.
What do you even do with a thought like that…
Let’s rewind. Last time I wrote, I was feeling better. Sleep and diet and exercise and all that. Well, I still feel ok in terms of mood, but things have gone a bit… strange. I’ve been acting a bit child-like. Not in a mardy, throwing toys out of the pram kind of way; I’ve just been a bit ditzy and floofy. This was hard to explain to my psychiatrist and it doesn’t seem writing it down is much easier, so I’ll just try and explain. I’ve been laughing a lot over little things. I’ve been quite physically needy with my husband, always needing to hold his hand and have a cuddle. And I’ve been feeling a bit fragile, which means needing a lot of affirmation. I know all this doesn’t sound like a big deal, and I thought I’d just been having a silly week or something, but my psychiatrist thinks it’s the beginning of the early stages of recurring illness.
He kind of lectured me. He’s been a bit apathetic to me reducing the whole time. Apparently my case has been complex, and he was very quick to point out this is all my idea and he’s really concerned that I’ll get ill again. And I see his point. If I ain’t currently broke, why start messing with meds and reduction?
The reason is, I want to get pregnant. Not right now, but in five or six years I want to bear my own child. And I can’t do that on medication. See, I kinda planned it out. If I don’t reduce now, when I want to have kids it’s gonna be a two month reduction to nothing, a month for conception, and then a nine month gestation followed by another three to six months of breast feeding. I’ll need to be un-medicated for between 15 and 18 months (and that makes the bold assumption actually getting pregnant will be easy, and ignoring the likelihood of post-natal depression).
If I’m honest, the whole thing is terrifying, and the only thing keeping me on reduction now is the wanting kids thing. But today I realised I might well not be able to do it. See, it’s a toss up. Heads, I do nothing until I want to have kids, then reduce, deal with pregnancy hormones and the after effects of reduction, and risk totally relapsing in the 18 months I’ll be off meds in a way that makes me unfit to even be a mother. Tails, I try reducing now, fail, and realise I’ll never be able to get pregnant.
The sad thing is, either way you flip that coin I lose.
I got pretty upset when I realised all this. I thought the initial problems with reduction were tailing off, and I was just starting to hope that I might be able to at least get off algomelatine. But honestly, it’s looking I probably won’t be able to. It seems like I’m going to be stuck here for some time.
I nearly cried on the train home. I went through quite a few emotions, actually. I started off really upset. Then I got sad, and thought about cheering myself up with food (that one didn’t work out though. Being on a strict diet is really helping at the moment.) Then I got angry, not at the universe or God, but at the staff in Tescos who stand round chatting rather than helping customers. I quickly realised that was pathetic and stopped, but then when I got home I just felt numb. I went out onto the balcony with no layers on and stood in the cold, wanting to cry. Wanting tears that wouldn’t come. Feeling alone.
See, you’re probably thinking, she doesn’t even want kids yet. Why is this such a big deal? You’re 23, go out, live your life and don’t worry about this stuff right now. And I see that, I really do, but there have been a few things in my life that I’ve always assumed. One is that God will always be there for me. Another is that I would get married, which has happened, and another is that I’d have kids. So this whole thing isn’t just something that may or may not happen one day, it’s something I’ve wanted and loved for a long time, and thinking about how it may not all be alright is pretty devastating.
That’s all for now. More soon.