My Story
In 2010, we had been trying to start a family for several years. At the fertility clinic where we were being treated, they focused on the physical aspects, and both of us were deemed healthy. However, even after laparoscopic surgery, my fallopian tubes remained blocked, so we began the IVF program. Unfortunately, they couldn't address the emotional side of things. It's almost incomprehensible that if these tiny little lives are being placed directly into the uterus, why isn't this method 100% effective? What happens during those 9-10 days when the zygote, which has already started dividing, should simply be growing? And why does the blood test after 9-10 days still indicate that there is no life inside? We weren't among the 10% for whom it works on the first try. In fact, the second attempt ended the same way.
This is a difficult emotional state, just the awareness that medical assistance is needed is a fact that cuts deep into your nerves. For me, this state led to the feeling of "I am defective," and I recognized in time that I was in a downward spiral. There were times when it was very hard to be around people, especially when someone would ask why we didn’t have children yet after being married for so long. Needless to say, I would walk away in tears at those moments. We are talking about 14 years ago when this process had to be kept in secret. When I saw a pregnant woman, I would get a lump in my throat, especially if, for example, a pregnant smoker passed by me—I would immediately be hit with a fit of rage. I couldn’t even be near small children due to the constant fits of crying.
A woman named Merci lived in our building, and I learned meditation from her. She recommended Ildi, whom I’ve called my Fairy Godmother ever since because, just like in a fairy tale, she showed me the path to happiness. I also became part of a method that delved deep and cleansed both the past and the future. She was the first kinesiologist I had ever met.
Even in the first session, we released a generational block that moved the stone away from the cave entrance where I had been sitting. Then, month by month, I slowly emerged from the cave and found my path.
Along the way, I worked on my femininity, self-awareness, and self-love, and many things were resolved in both directions. By the time we reached the third IVF attempt, I was ready for motherhood, and everything happened as if it were written in a book. Despite being twins, despite them being prone to complications, despite the potential for fear, we were protected. And I was well, balanced.
During the pregnancy, I continued to visit Ildi and another specialist, which may have contributed to the girls’ very fast, stress-free birth—even for me. Afterward, I continued the monthly sessions, but that’s a story for the sequel, as the English would say.