A young woman, head down, fussing with the zipper on her jacket.
A couple, turned toward one another, speaking in hushed tones.
Another woman, roughly my age, her face buried in her book, but never turning the page.
Aside from an episode of The Waltons playing softly on the suspended tv, the room was silent.
Four women and one man, each with their own story…each on their own journey.
In awkward silence.
We’ve come so far to bring infertility out in the open, to remove the stigma that surrounds the way our bodies betray us.
Yet, there in the office, as we each sat holding our worries, our anxieties, our fears, we sat in silence.
When I met with my RE last week, he said that he has witnessed firsthand just how far we’ve come.
I, too, have seen a change from when we sought treatment for the first time, over five years ago now. Finding information then was a struggle. Infertility blogs were few and far between and talking about treatment wasn’t as well received.
Piper Weiss, in an excellent piece entitled Infertile and proud: the growing women’s movement to de-stigmatize infertility, highlights some of the excellent progress we’ve made to open the dialogue about infertility and remove some of the inherent awkwardness that surrounds the issue.
And all that we’ve accomplished is truly remarkable.
I’ve been amazed by how much things have changed in the five years since we sought treatment.
But, there in the waiting room this morning, where eye contact and conversation were avoided, I was struck by just how much more work we need to do.
In a room of four women and one man, I was the only one with my head up.
Let’s keep talking…let’s push for more dialogue.
We have work to do yet.