I suspect a lot of people don’t really care about birth control options in the way that someone who went through years of infertility and adoption do. In fact, I also suspect most people just assume those who go through infertility don’t end up needing birth control because people associate infertility with not being able to get pregnant.

Well, for us, the only part of pregnancy we were good at was getting pregnant. Staying pregnant was our problem, which still makes me laugh at the fact that I’m technically infertile according to doctors. Anyways, this means birth control is an absolute necessity in our lives because we know we will just get pregnant again and we will loose the baby. So, one of our life long lasting impacts of infertility is how we prevent pregnancies and therefore how we prevent miscarriages.

So, about a month ago I mentioned that Mr. MPB was having a vasectomy as permanently effective solution. He had it, it went well, but it takes 4 months for it to be effective, which means we have 3 more months to wait. His recovery seemed to be okay from my perspective, but I still adamantly maintain having it 3 days before Christmas was stupid as his healing put a damper on all things Christmas.

But, I’ve been having more and more problems related to my Merina IUD in the last few months. Or maybe just the existing problems were becoming more and more intolerable for me – insanely long periods, bad skin, irritable mood, etc. My final straw was a horrendous pimple that is likely to causes a scar – while it might be slightly vain, I don’t care. I’m pissed about the very probable scar. No birth control is worth a life long scar. Anyways, because of how bad my skin was I finally went back to my doctor last week and said I was done with it. We went through alternative options to get us through the next 3 months – simply put no option is as good as the Merina IUD or an effective vasectomy. Every other option is either off the table (i.e. estrogen based birth control pills are not an option due to my migraines) or simply not as effective.

I didn’t make any decisions that day because I am a firm believer that birth control is a decision that Mr. MPB has input into. But on the assumption that Mr. MPB would support my decision I did book an appointment to have the Merina IUD removed in a few days because I AM DONE!

Mr. MPB and I agreed now was the time, not in another 3 months. So I am now IUD free, and as weird as it sounds less then 24 hours post removal I already am feeling better. But we really don’t have a great back up plan, we will be smart, but still nothing is as effective as the Merina IUD or the vasectomy. So, to quote Mr. MPB, the sad reality is that worst case scenario we end up pregnant and we go through another miscarriage.

In a way I cannot believe that’s hanging over our heads for a few months. And yet, in another way, I’m not even worried about it because I’m just so over being on that birth control and I know we are pretty smart people who should be able to prevent a pregnancy.

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3 Heartbreaking Words

Little MPB did not enjoy his first daycare drop-off after a full week at home.

To be honest, I knew it was going to be a tough drop off because for the last few weeks he’s been upset almost daily.  But, I knew this one, after a week at home, would be so horrible that I just refused to do it.  I knew if I attempted the drop off, I’d end up in tears and probably bringing Little MPB back home with me – I just don’t have the heart to do it.  So, Mr. MPB did the drop off while I worked – thank god for him!

Anyways, I’m told it was even worse then we expected.  Apparently, between sobs, Little MPB looked up at Mr. MPB and said:

No Go Daddy

Honestly, even though I wasn’t there, I just keep picturing my sweet little boy in tears .  And it completely breaks my heart.  So now I just have to convince Mr. MPB to do all the drop-offs this week so I don’t have to experience the torture first hand.

And what I really struggle with is that we know he loves his friends at daycare.  In fact, we know he has fun when he’s there.  So why do drop off have to be so darn hard?  And how in the world do we help handle drop-offs better?

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