How I knew I had to use my voice

In an instant—everything changed.
 It was at the annual Mother’s Day Reunion at the IVF clinic where I was born, when it dawned on me. This wasn’t an option, it was a calling. An unshakable feeling down to the very last cell in my body that I had to share my passion for fertility advocacy. It just so happened that it dawned on me while I was holding IVF babies 1,000 and 1,001 (one on each arm). Their mother had just asked me if I would mind sharing how my parents told me about my birth.  “I don’t know what to say when they are old enough to ask,” she said. 

I was just 10 years old. These little babies (twins!) were smiling up at me and I wanted to make sure they had zero questions when old enough to understand their birth.

They were surrounded by so many other children brought into the world in the same way. Their parents fought so hard to have them. They were incredibly loved.

As for what their parents could say to them to explain their birth — well, I shared what my parents told me, and how they adjusted the language to fit my understanding and age with each passing year. As I grew older, I gained more knowledge each time we spoke.

There’s more to my suggestions, of course, but every time I speak with people, I surface ideas based on their specific scenario, and what other patients in a similar place have done.

There is not a one-size-fits all answer to it all.

But I’d love to uncover what works best for you.

Use my contact page so we can chat. I’d love to hear from you.