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My Facebook Timeline Deceptions
I’m sitting on the deck with a glass of wine, my 8-pound pup curled up on my lap, looking like a tiny, curious alien. The sunset paints the sky in beautiful hues, and we appear so relaxed. A few hours later, I’m out with my husband and friends at a bar, all smiles and laughter over muddled fruit cocktails, sharing funny stories.
But beneath the surface, there’s a storm brewing. Earlier that day, I spent four long hours at a fertility clinic undergoing tests. I had been hoping for good news, but instead, I was met with the doctor’s unfortunate words: my chances of having a baby were slim, and if I did conceive, I would likely face multiple miscarriages. In that moment, my heart shattered into pieces.
Fast forward to me standing with my husband and friends in front of an RV, excited about our one-way cross-country trip. Eighteen days of adventure awaited us: quirky cafes, star jumps in the Badlands, and bison at Yellowstone. Each photo captured moments that seemed joyful.
What you don’t see is how much effort I poured into planning this trip as a way to escape the reality of my diagnosis. I was trying to envision a life without children and whether we could accept that. Just four days into our journey, while posing with a giant ear of corn, I received news from a new specialist that I had been misdiagnosed. My uterus had issues, yes, but they were operable. I felt my feet hit solid ground again after months of uncertainty.
At a friend’s wedding, I’m dancing to nostalgic college tunes, posing with people I haven’t seen in ages. I’m smiling in a photo with an old classmate who’s expecting. But what you can’t see is that my husband and I just rushed back from our car to do IVF injections. Our attempts at IUI had failed, and we were desperate for a break in the storm.
I’m in a festive Christmas dress next to my husband, and while we look joyful in our holiday spirit, I’m hiding that I just had my second egg retrieval from IVF. I was told they retrieved 30 eggs, which made me ecstatic, but I was also in pain and worried about the consequences of not taking it easy. I wanted to enjoy the laughter around me, but I felt hollow inside.
Fast forward to happy hour with my husband and brother-in-law at a nearly empty bar. What you don’t see is that these drinks are a way to cope—IVF had failed again, and I’m feeling defeated. My husband reassures me that we’ll be happy regardless of whether we have kids, but I’ve always dreamed of being a mom, and it’s hard to let that go.
I’m reading a book and showcasing a fun manicure while joking around, but what you can’t see is the weight of my past failures. After a corrective surgery, an IUI, and two rounds of IVF, I just completed my first frozen embryo transfer. I’m physically and emotionally paralyzed, afraid to move from the couch.
Fast forward to me, proudly displaying my 22-week baby bump in a gift shop in Colonial Williamsburg. What you can’t see is the fear lurking beneath—I’ve been on bedrest after a threatened miscarriage, and each moment feels precarious, but I post it anyway. It’s nice to feel normal, even for just a moment.
Now, I’m in the hospital holding my baby, with a caption that reads something about the long journey. I look pale but proud. Everyone thinks I’m referring to the 11 days past my due date, but it encompasses so much more than that. My delivery didn’t go as planned, resulting in severe blood loss and additional surgeries, and I’m still grappling with the aftermath.
In another photo, I’m with my daughter, celebrating the holidays with family. But what you can’t see is that I’m experiencing a miscarriage. While my in-laws were landing, I was in agony, praying and vomiting, only to lose the baby I finally conceived naturally.
Fast forward again: I’m on the beach with my daughter, both of us smiling and showing off our bellies, and I seem calm at 17 weeks pregnant. What you can’t see is the mix of relief and fear; I’m grateful yet anxious, hoping this chapter can finally close.
That’s the reality behind the images you see. It’s a journey filled with highs and lows, and what’s visible is often just a fraction of the story.
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Summary
The journey of trying to conceive is often filled with hidden struggles and challenges masked by moments of joy shared on social media. Each seemingly happy photo tells a deeper story of heartbreak, resilience, and hope.