I have always tried to live my life with no regrets. As I think back over 45 years, I can only think of 3:
- Not picking up the phone to call my grandmother when I was a freshman in college on a particular day where I felt an urge to speak with her. She passed away the next day.
- Working on a Saturday at my first “real” job out of college, while my other grandmother lay in a hospital bed 4 miles away. She passed away before I left the office. I was her only grandchild and should have been there.
- My participation in a failed marriage. I learned a lot and have a happily ever after life now, but I regret the pain that I caused to my first husband and our families during the sad end of that union.
But recently, I struggle with one additional regret that is bigger than all of the others combined: not having more children. I have come to know that the one clock you cannot beat is the biological clock. Too often I have put my career first, and the result is that at 45 I feel my family, while amazing is somehow incomplete. My daughter often asks me if we can “get a toddler to live with us”. She wants a sibling. I get it, because I grew up an only child and all of my life I wanted a sibling too. If I could go to a store and pick up 3 children to add to our clan, I would do it and pay any price. I realize that I should not have waited as long after Elizabeth was born to have number 2. Perhaps if I had not been so afraid of my ability to successfully handle the sweet little baby she was, I would have tried sooner. But I waited a year to try for number two and the result was years of disappointment and heartbreak. Every time I got pregnant, I knew the odds were against us, but I hoped and prayed that a miracle would happen and I would become a mom again at 41, then 42, then 43, then 44. Every year we had the hope of a pregnancy that ended in the disappointment of a miscarriage. By the time 45 came around, I had finally lost hope. We are currently trying to adopt, but our daughter is now six and I fear the gap in age between an infant and a 6 year old might be too great and she may not get the friend she was seeking in a sibling.
I am so blessed with a wonderful husband, a beautiful daughter, an amazing family, supportive friends, and a wonderful career. I never take any of this for granted. However, if you are a woman 25-35, I challenge you to make an investment in yourself and freeze some young, healthy eggs. When I was in that age range, freezing eggs was not common and was generally done for people with medical issues such as cancer. Thankfully, the technology has become more available. I look at it like an insurance policy for your future. You cannot guess what life will bring, but if you have healthy eggs stored you have more flexibility to have a family later, if that is how your life works out. I recognize that there are many religious and ethical issues with what happens to the eggs. I am Catholic and know that for some this may be a religious deal breaker. I have prayed long and hard on this and believe that a loving God would not make this scientifically possible if he didn’t want us to do it. You will have to make the choice that is best for you. However, if you do not meet that life partner who makes you want to start a family until you are older, having this insurance policy may allow you to have the family you always wanted slightly later in life.
I offer this advice as someone who purchased designer handbags and jewelry with my bonus checks in my 30s. Now I wish I had spent that money on a baby insurance policy and had frozen some young, healthy eggs instead…