It's sort of ironic that as I've been reading Miller's new memoir, our dear infertile friends gave birth to twins this past weekend. They struggled for the past two years with over 5 IVF treatments.
Truth be told, it's hard being friends with an infertile couple, mostly because I'm always pregnant or breastfeeding. Aside from the two miscarriages in between my first two children, we get pregnant extremely easily. So add that into the fact that I'm with a kid (and cute ones at that), I'm generally not the greatest company for folks who are really trying hard to have kids.
So, it is with an empathic eye that I opened Miller's book Maybe Baby, and dived into his experience as an infertile dad. Truly he offers a unique viewpoint into a topic that is most often addressed by women - not only in books but in blogs as well.
While a syndicated blogger (sounds fancy!) himself, Miller's writing reads less like a blog to me. It is formal (in a good way), descriptive, and rich; not the conversational banter that you often recognize as bloggish. In fact, if someone hadn't told me this book was written by a blogger, I really wouldn't have known. It just reads well, although the content at times can be difficult to swallow.
Regardless of how often we've been able to get and stay pregnant, I could certainly relate to Miller's excitement, anticipation, and sometimes bitterness (in one instance talking about his doctor who tried to relate a 6 month infertile period when trying for their 2nd kid to Miller's experience). Additionally, Miller talks about his own guilt for being the "responsible" party (he discovers that he indeed has a low sperm count) and how they as a couple manage that, along with the robotic sex that comes along with determined baby making.
Certainly Miller does not sugar coat his experiences as an infertile dad, and it's actually quite refreshing to read about a man so baby hungry.
Whether you're a blog reader or not, AND whether you're a fertile myrtle or not, you'll enjoy Miller's story. I'm saddened to learn that while he and his wife are pregnant, they experienced a vanishing twin; she's now carrying just one baby.
But in their situation, or hell, in any situation, it is still a joy to be holding onto that one sticky baby. We've all had that feeling of hopefulness.
I'll be sending some of mine over to Constance and Matthew's direction.
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