Did you know?
I just learned that the female body reduces the immune system when a sperm enters into an egg. This was learned at a sonogram appointment for a family friend.
The doctor said so, matter of fact.
(I've heard it said – women are the weaker sex. Well, weaker? Or team player? Why compare?)
So..still wrapping my head around this.
My memory…when a sperm reached an egg of mine. While a pleasurable experience, while not using protection-which people used to not have even 100 years ago at all-but even with it, we can’t really quite control if a baby is conceived or not…
Anyhow, the doctor explained, when the sperm goes in, the body is receiving a different set of DNA.
Like getting an organ transplant.
The body says “foreign matter, protect mode” and the immune system wants to reject this sperm that was produced – one of billions it seems that flow out of men’s bodies when they get aroused and let the process finish – or help it – a story for the sex section I guess –
Back from side-ramble: This one little straggler that fought so hard to make it to an egg.
Now it is getting rejected?
It is hurting the woman in a way?
Unwanted?
Ponder ponder.....
In my case I wanted the sperm to get there. I wanted people to love. Unconditionally. In our life, our home. We waited 5 years from getting married, after we ran around here and there for awhile. But once we decided to open the door to it, we prayed. We had tried adoption because I feared my own DNA being too heavy and sad for a new child to carry – but that got really hard to get to – adoption is steps, invasion of privacy, meetings.
We relented and said, well-if we are praying then let God decide - we may as well stop using condoms and pray and see which way we were meant to have kids
– if at all --
BACK TO THE OG STORY:
So...my friend at the appt was in the middle of reduced immune system. So the Dad's sperm could live inside her to grow a baby.
She was sick yucky coughing frustrated sick too. And tired of it.
Is that weakness?
Weak immune system yes.
Desiring some protection from germs because she knew this? Oh yes.
Getting sick anyhow and toughing it out. That too.
Perhaps this is STRONG.
So now it makes sense from way back -- my body had to reduce immune function so we could let the baby cells multiply too. That is precious to me now. That is sweet acceptance if you ask me. Like wrapping my heart and body around the little guy who fought to make it in. The Dad was invited for sure in our case.
Yet my body that wanted the experience and the children was not familiar with him. Different. No matter how close, still far.
So it is a choice to welcome a child.
It is more of a miracle.
No wonder so many babies do not end up born.
No wonder people want to try to do this so much. There is such a low chance of birth really.
I thought I had gotten sick a lot while pregnant because we could not take cold medicinces. And because my back hurt or whatever else to keep me awake. But nope, Woah.
Hey baby.
What a process.
Well, in the NOW STORY-the baby is growing and the baby is in anticipation. Loved big time already.
In my story the births happened kinda like this--
I am told it looked gross from the vagina end. Blood, poo, water pouring out. Oh and a head.
From my end it was work. And then wonder.
Baby to hold. To hear cry. To release milk to. To tell stories and sing to. To keep loving no matter how much throw up, emotion, separation, stubbornness, intelligence, creativity, risk-taking, being-smarter-than-me, humbling-me, came out of them. They did not ask to be born. Not directly. And thankfully they are still here. Many parents outlive their children. I feel like I have hurt them in the ways I did not want to, but they forgive me. And they keep plodding along. We try to circle up to make team efforts even though we are individuals big time. We are a small family but we are intact.
When my babies came out, both times they stopped when I got to the hospital. It was no fun no more. I got an IV to fight some other infection thing that I don’t quite understand but had to. Just lay there. Drugs to induce. Then my passage was crooked or not big enough, so the doctor cut. I have hemorroids there all the time now. But again, sacrifice for life to come into this world. To love.
I do not like pain so I took the options. Once drugs that made me loopy. Once epidural that made me unable to walk for a couple days.
But here I am with two babies. Wrinkles. Saggy skin. etc whatever is listed on post menopausal websites blah blah blah. But I made peace with the fact that I am still cute sexy lady and have been all along. But I digress...self-obsessed a little lately.
The babies still like me. Due to their grace. Totally credited to their grace.
And they like the dad. A lot. I think he actually earned that.
We love them.
I hope that's the point for all - I certainly pray for that.
I just learned that the female body reduces the immune system when a sperm enters into an egg. This was learned at a sonogram appointment for a family friend.
The doctor said so, matter of fact.
(I've heard it said – women are the weaker sex. Well, weaker? Or team player? Why compare?)
So..still wrapping my head around this.
My memory…when a sperm reached an egg of mine. While a pleasurable experience, while not using protection-which people used to not have even 100 years ago at all-but even with it, we can’t really quite control if a baby is conceived or not…
Anyhow, the doctor explained, when the sperm goes in, the body is receiving a different set of DNA.
Like getting an organ transplant.
The body says “foreign matter, protect mode” and the immune system wants to reject this sperm that was produced – one of billions it seems that flow out of men’s bodies when they get aroused and let the process finish – or help it – a story for the sex section I guess –
Back from side-ramble: This one little straggler that fought so hard to make it to an egg.
Now it is getting rejected?
It is hurting the woman in a way?
Unwanted?
Ponder ponder.....
In my case I wanted the sperm to get there. I wanted people to love. Unconditionally. In our life, our home. We waited 5 years from getting married, after we ran around here and there for awhile. But once we decided to open the door to it, we prayed. We had tried adoption because I feared my own DNA being too heavy and sad for a new child to carry – but that got really hard to get to – adoption is steps, invasion of privacy, meetings.
We relented and said, well-if we are praying then let God decide - we may as well stop using condoms and pray and see which way we were meant to have kids
– if at all --
BACK TO THE OG STORY:
So...my friend at the appt was in the middle of reduced immune system. So the Dad's sperm could live inside her to grow a baby.
She was sick yucky coughing frustrated sick too. And tired of it.
Is that weakness?
Weak immune system yes.
Desiring some protection from germs because she knew this? Oh yes.
Getting sick anyhow and toughing it out. That too.
Perhaps this is STRONG.
So now it makes sense from way back -- my body had to reduce immune function so we could let the baby cells multiply too. That is precious to me now. That is sweet acceptance if you ask me. Like wrapping my heart and body around the little guy who fought to make it in. The Dad was invited for sure in our case.
Yet my body that wanted the experience and the children was not familiar with him. Different. No matter how close, still far.
So it is a choice to welcome a child.
It is more of a miracle.
No wonder so many babies do not end up born.
No wonder people want to try to do this so much. There is such a low chance of birth really.
I thought I had gotten sick a lot while pregnant because we could not take cold medicinces. And because my back hurt or whatever else to keep me awake. But nope, Woah.
Hey baby.
What a process.
Well, in the NOW STORY-the baby is growing and the baby is in anticipation. Loved big time already.
In my story the births happened kinda like this--
I am told it looked gross from the vagina end. Blood, poo, water pouring out. Oh and a head.
From my end it was work. And then wonder.
Baby to hold. To hear cry. To release milk to. To tell stories and sing to. To keep loving no matter how much throw up, emotion, separation, stubbornness, intelligence, creativity, risk-taking, being-smarter-than-me, humbling-me, came out of them. They did not ask to be born. Not directly. And thankfully they are still here. Many parents outlive their children. I feel like I have hurt them in the ways I did not want to, but they forgive me. And they keep plodding along. We try to circle up to make team efforts even though we are individuals big time. We are a small family but we are intact.
When my babies came out, both times they stopped when I got to the hospital. It was no fun no more. I got an IV to fight some other infection thing that I don’t quite understand but had to. Just lay there. Drugs to induce. Then my passage was crooked or not big enough, so the doctor cut. I have hemorroids there all the time now. But again, sacrifice for life to come into this world. To love.
I do not like pain so I took the options. Once drugs that made me loopy. Once epidural that made me unable to walk for a couple days.
But here I am with two babies. Wrinkles. Saggy skin. etc whatever is listed on post menopausal websites blah blah blah. But I made peace with the fact that I am still cute sexy lady and have been all along. But I digress...self-obsessed a little lately.
The babies still like me. Due to their grace. Totally credited to their grace.
And they like the dad. A lot. I think he actually earned that.
We love them.
I hope that's the point for all - I certainly pray for that.
