Reproduction Roullette

Is it just me, or did it all used to be a lot easier? I’m sure in the folklore of familial heritage when someone wanted to have a baby, they simply closed their eyes, thought of their respective country and hey presto, nine months later they were up to their armpits in interfering mother-in-laws, sore nipples and buckets of rancid nappies.

Nowadays it seems so much more complicated. While me and my peers rode on the shoulders of our forbearing feminist barrier-breakers, we travelled the world, climbed the corporate ladder and took our rightful place on a bar stool. As we come down from those dizzying heights though, we find ourselves struggling not only to cope with pregnancy and parenting at the tail end of our body’s best breeding window, we find ourselves struggling to cope with becoming pregnant at all.

I’m one of the new feminist statistics – pregnant at 40, exhaustingly extolling the virtues of late parenthood as I bring up two toddlers with no surrounding extended family, while secretly wishing I was actually ten years younger (as opposed to just looking ten years younger!) And I play perfectly into the fearful facts of delayed reproduction – three miscarriages in six pregnancies, my grief and loss hidden behind the awful commonness of my experiences. For it is not just me. All around me my peers – from my closest buddies, to my wider network of friends and acquaintances, we feminists are still fighting for our place in society – but this time, our place as mothers.

Infertility. Miscarriage. Chromosomal issues. Unexplained problems. A few years ago it would all have been about cross-stitched gifts and congratualtions, now it seems more about crossed fingers and commiserations. And so as I navigate the current wave of friend’s frustrations and disappointments (while keeping quiet about my own little window of wonder), it was a super shock when I heard recently about a friend’s good news. I almost burst with delight that someone else would be finally sharing the joy I feel right now. Nature’s rainbow amid the cloudy skies. It shocked me how rare it has become.

And although I often think about what would have been if I had started my family earlier, thoughts pushed aside as I account for every year of travelling, career building, party pleasing as ones I would not have given up, will I be telling my girls to try for families earlier? Yes, I think I will. And not just because if they have inherited my dodgy X chromosome they too will be susceptable to a much greater risk of miscarriage, but because simply I would wish on them the rainbow, and not the clouds. And as I read in today’s paper that doctors have now devised a test that could tell young women the precise age at which they will no longer be able to have children, perhaps the next generation can ride on our shoulders as well as the shoulders of our predecessors, and from those dizzying heights finally make the choices they need to make to have fulfilled and happy lives.

About Grin & Tonic by Alana Kirk

Bouncing into middle age armed with courage, ambition and a pair of tweezers (chin hairs for anyone over the age of 45 reading this) I am a writer with a mission: to redefine this midway point in my life when the last thing I want to do is hang up my high heels and become invisible. This is the end of the beginning, not the beginning of the end. A single mum to 3 fabulous girls, an author, and a fundraising consultant, both ends of my candle are on fire. As I enter this new stage of my life, I want to explore what it means for 'mid-aged' women today, who were promised they could have it all, ended up doing it all, and just do not identify with the traditional image of middle age.
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6 Responses to Reproduction Roullette

  1. Foodie Mummy says:

    That is all so true. I often think about how this generation has wanted to have it all. How we went the opposite way to our own parents and yet it doesn't necessarily make us happier because we went from one extreme to the other. I hope the future generation will be able to find that perfect balance that we have failed to find, the happy medium.

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  2. Sandy Calico says:

    Wonderful post. I had my children late because I only met 'the one' when I was 36. We were very very lucky. Such a shame 'having it all' really boils down to 'doing it all'.

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  3. cath c says:

    i felt i had waited when i had my first at 29 & second at 32. but now, having my 3rd at 42, i realize how much stamina and body ability i had then as opposed to now. it is taking me three years to come back from the miscarriages, prolapses and having her. in a way, she is much more a blessing and appreciated in different ways than my boys when they were little. and, though it has been harder to bring her here, i am much less stressed about it all now than i was then.

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  4. Mummy mania says:

    that's true too. Although I'm absolutely exhausted with this pregnancy (a mixture I suspect of being 40 and being a mum already of two little ones), but I also feel I'm in a better head space to have kids – not sure I'd have been so patient in my twenties or early thirties!

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  5. Niamh O'C x says:

    So insightful! I'm hooked on that Pregnant At 16 series on MTV at the mo, and though I know the message that's being bludgeoned home with it, it scares me that some of the girls are being forced into adoptions they don't want, being alienated from the babies, and being stigmatised even now, and even there in supposedly the most advanced nation on earth. Of course teenage pregnancy isn't ideal, but it feels like the economics is driving the morality. Anyway, enjoyed the read, got me thinking as usual.

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  6. platespinner says:

    Really interesting post. I am 29 and planning for this to be my last, so will have had all my children by 30 (just). I didn't plan it this way and I have been incredibly fortunate that I have become pregnant fairly swiftly both times and not had difficulties in terms of miscarriage. I know how lucky I am with this, but I do feel I may have missed out in terms of travel and career. I have a well-paid job, but I haven't made the leap into a more senior post prior to having children. Now I'm in a potential redundancy situation and wondering what will happen to my career long term. Despite all this, I am very lucky I met my husband and was in a position to have children at this stage in my life.

    I have to say I've been pretty exhausted with this one, but put it down to having a toddler and working, so it may be more that than age per se.

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