You do live in a world containing women who would be deeply and rightly hurt if you blithely atttributed their personal failure to produce the number of children you think ideal as evidence of ignorance or immorality. They read what you post here. Post accordingly.
People can and do can get their feelings hurt by what we post here, if we are careless about how we post. We have no way of knowing who reads what we write, or how they take our meaning. Comparing the number of people who read to those who reply, we also rarely have a chance to clarify our comments when those comments are taken wrong.
In our posts, we witness not just to the correctness of the Catholic faith, but also to her life of virtue. We need to witness not only to chastity, but to all of the gifts of the Holy Spirit: charity, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, generosity, gentleness, faithfulness, modesty, and self-control.
Thank you! I’m sitting here weeping and wish I never entered this thread. I never imagined anyone would think this of me. We have had several miscarriages with a lot of plain infertility in between. After my last miss, the doctors finally were able to detect what was wrong (the science of fertility has really changed since I first married). I was told there was an “experimental” treatment (it is now old news, but it was still new when I last missed), but the bad news was I was totally infertiile and starting menopause. The only solution was to quit my job, drive 3 hours round-trip every day for up to 6 months to get some pretty invasive, and not particularly Catholic approved treatments. All to the tune of about $35,000.
So I went home and cried and cried and grieved.
Then I became pregnant, got directions on how to self-inject anti-coagulent and took aspirin, and had my darling one and only child. My miracle baby.
My bleed-off from the pregnancy was my last “menstruation” ever. I went into full menopause. My son was born 3 weeks before my 41st birthday.
The amount of pain and sorrow is still with me, though much diminished by having my precious only child, now 14 years old with Down syndrome.
And we DID try adoption, and had so many of them fall through - all older, disabled children. It isn’t always as smooth a road as some think.
So my tiny family sits alone in the pews, and we see these beautiful, big families like we wanted, but I never thought any Christian would be so cruel as to assume or judge, even quietly to themselves. How simply horrid.
Sorry so long… I’m pretty distraught. Some things never really go away.
But to think that there are people who are assuming I took birth control? Or needlessly used NFP? I even knew my son had Down syndrome before he was born and defied family and doctors to not abort him - they all said I was already into a high risk pregnancy, and at my age and possibly die and leave my husband alone with a disabled child - I was “guilted” every which way.
After the prenatal diagnosis, I phoned the hospital back to find out the sex of my son. The woman answering the phone (nurse?) said, “Why should you care? You were told the baby has Down syndrome, right?”
You would think I bore enough grief over my infertility, the callous treatment of my me and my child for not being “normal”… and here 14 years later, this person has reduced me to tears.