• Leslie Crews

From Infertility To Pandemic Pregnancy - A Personal Journey Of Faith

Updated: May 8


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My artsy and bright maternity shoot.

My husband and I have been together for 13 years with no pregnancy scares. Up until two years ago, we truly believed we’d mastered the art of not getting pregnant without contraceptives. That was until we decided to try to grow our family and nothing was happening.

I wasn’t getting pregnant

I tracked my temperature and laid in crazy positions. Received advice on how to conceive and bought the fanciest ovulation tracking equipment, but nothing happened.

It’s crazy to think of the years that pass while trying not to get pregnant. You think getting pregnant is so easy. You don’t realize how hard it really is until you’re trying to.

Girls are taught that periods happen. They’ll get the birth control talk in their teens, and fast forward to commercials promoting estrogen and supplements for coping with menopause. There is little to no conversation about pregnancy and the changes and challenges women’s bodies undergo on the road to childbirth.

Annual well-women exams check for abnormal cervical changes and are a convenient time to renew prescriptions, if you’re not trying to become a parent, but an annual checkup won’t prepare you for the process of becoming pregnant.

There are no conversations about ovarian health, how many eggs you have, or Fallopian tube blockages.

In my experience, these conversations don’t happen until you’re scared, desperate, and in need of answers. It shouldn’t be this way.

I had a doctor (obstetrics and gynecology) try to convince me that I’d need a hysterectomy because of an abnormal Pap smear. I was 26 years old.

During my appointments he’d boast about his skill and success in giving 22 and 26 year olds hysterectomies. He assured me that he could do my procedure too. I suppose his boasting was supposed to comfort me. It was far from comforting.

Now that I know about eugenics, I’m convinced that my doctor was operating under this horrific mode of thinking. But that’s a story for some other time.

I left that practice. Mentally scarred.