As a married practicing Catholic, there is some general surprise that my husband and I do not have children yet. There seems to be a general expectation that we would move from “love and marriage” to a “baby in a baby carriage” within the first year of our nuptials.
There have been many sly questions alluding to the absence of children in our home. It almost seems like a faux pas in some spheres. In fact, many of our friends and acquaintances already have one or two children and are looking to expand their families.
As people in our early twenties, there is the expectation that we have biology on our side and that we are primed to start our family immediately.
But expectations are not reality…
In April, my OBGYN was 100% certain that my laparoscopic surgery would confirm a diagnosis of endometriosis. I have all the qualifying symptoms and completed all the necessary steps to assist in the diagnosis. I went through a barrage of blood tests, pelvic floor therapy sessions, diets, medications, and ultrasounds to confirm what was (or wasn’t) the problem.
I went under the knife expecting a pyrrhic victory, but it wasn’t a victory at all.
You can’t imagine how devastated I was when I found out that I didn’t have endometriosis. On a microscopic level, everything looked normal and healthy: no cysts, no fibroids, no cancer. Even my OBGYN was surprised and a little perplexed. On one hand, it is nice knowing that you appear to be healthy, but on the other, it leaves a trail of questions. If it isn’t endometriosis causing the issue, then what is?
While I am frustrated, I’m not particularly devastated. We don’t know exactly what is wrong with me, but I am relatively healthy. My excruciating pain is better and I have a wonderful and supportive husband by my side. Although there is always hope, I am okay with the possibility of never having my own children. We are both open to adopting.
So why am I telling you this? I am not looking for pity points, sympathy, or even tips on how to “boost my fertility”. I am okay with sharing my fertility issues, but a lot of people are not. I’m asking for a little understanding.
Don’t Ask
There is no set timeline for when a couple should have children, even if there is the expectation that they should have kids already.
It is a deeply personal decision to have children that is between the two respective spouses. It doesn’t matter if a family decides to wait due to health, financial, or mental health reasons because it truly isn’t any of our business.
I personally don’t like questions about my fertility, but I don’t shy away from them either. I know that my value as a person has very little to do with my uterus or what other people think of me. My inability to conceive is not a failure but rather a complex medical issue. It is not something to be ashamed of. It is a statement of what I have, not what I am.
But just because I am okay and open doesn’t mean that other people are.
When you ask some women about whether they are going to have kids, it is a visceral, gut-wrenching question. They have tried everything to conceive and failed. So many have experienced secret miscarriages, ectopic pregnancies, or infant death. Others take hundreds of pregnancy tests for missed periods only to be brutally disappointed. Some are terrified of pregnancy due to health conditions, while others are not ready to have kids. Some people have had hysterectomies due to cancer, others have male infertility.
When you ask them when they plan to have children, it is a deeply personal blow. Some people feel like they have to explain themselves in order to not be judged. Even when they bare their souls, they are met with unhelpful advice. It’s like not having children is a problem that needs to be fixed and you – the potential parent- are the problem. It is almost as though you have to be ‘excused’ for not meeting expectations.
Maybe I do want my own children, maybe I don’t. Maybe I am okay with adopting. Maybe the fact my mom almost died delivering me scares me. Maybe my infertility stems from my mother’s issues with conceiving. Maybe it doesn’t. Maybe it doesn’t matter.
What it comes down to is that it isn’t any of your business.
It doesn’t matter why someone has or doesn’t have children, and you really don’t need to know. I have met many unhappy women who feel incomplete or inferior because they feel like their identity is wrapped up in their ability to have children. It shouldn’t matter, but people make you feel like it does.
Children are a gift, not a right. As a parent, grandparent, sibling, friend, or relative, it doesn’t matter if your loved one has children or not. Unless you need to know for your own medical purposes, I suggest you refrain from asking when to expect a baby.