Infertility is an awful thing. It’s a beast, that grows all that bigger because it’s hush-hush. People don’t talk about it. People label you. People misunderstand what you’re going through.
I had a very brief run-in with this beast. I did have problems and did have fears, but my problems got resolved with (relatively) minor invasion. Relative to what so many women have to go through – like surgeries, multiple IVFs, injections, procedures, and so much more.
While I was still out there, immersed in uncertainty as to how long will it take me to get pregnant (IF I will be able to get pregnant), I started reading blogs. Numerous blogs of other women fighting with the same beast. For some the beast turned out to be rather small, like mine. For others, they were (and still are) ugly multi-headed creatures with bloody fangs.
Not to mention my real-life friends whom I’ve watched dealing with the beast for months and years.
Even as I got pregnant and gave birth to my healthy boy, and celebrated his first birthday – I didn’t stop following the blogs of those remarkable women. So strong. So fragile.
This topic has been with me for the past years on almost daily basis. And that’s why, when I had to choose a subject for my illustration project, I knew immediately that this was going to be my theme: infertility.
Now, this blog isn’t about infertility, nor is it about illustration, but I feel the need to share it with you.
Here’s the first frame (out of three) for my themed project “infertility” (which I also posted on my illustration/creativity blog):
This woman has just found out that yet again, after so many attempts, she’s still not pregnant… or maybe that she’s infertile and will never be able to conceive… or maybe she has just discovered she had an early miscarriage… she is paralyzed. She is defined now by this emptiness, this void, this disability that is cocooning her from the world around her.