Maybe Baby by Rivka Levy

Maybe Baby by Rivka Levy

My husband and I have been married for well over a decade, and we’ve been blessed with two wonderful children.

Each child came at the end of a long, heartbreaking time period of ‘infertility’ – where doctors couldn’t find anything wrong, but I just wasn’t getting pregnant. Child number one arrived 4 years after we were married; child number 2 arrived two and a half years after that.

The second pregnancy in particular was incredibly trying – it’s before I’d even heard the word ‘emuna’ (despite the fact that we were religious), and I was in and out of hospital with one complication after another. I felt like I didn’t breathe for nine months, until after the delivery.

Although I desperately wanted more children – and I certainly wasn’t doing anything to ‘stop’ the process – honesty requires me to say that after the stress and worry of that pregnancy, I was in no rush to go through it again.

So it was only when my youngest’s third birthday came and went that I really started to want more children. By this time, I’d read the Garden of Emuna and heard a number of Rabbi Brody’s CDs, so I decided to pray for it. I prayed for a year, and nothing happened. Then, I decided it was time to go back to the doctors, who started me off on a round of hormone treatment (for no obvious reason) that sent my emotions all over the place and had me perched on the edge of an enormous depression after two months. At that point, I called Rabbi Brody for advice, and he said: “If you’d have asked me before you went to the doctors, I’d have told you not to take the hormones.”

I thought about this for a couple of days, and I came off the hormones, convinced that prayer WAS the way to go to, Bezrat Hashem, have more healthy children. Thus began one of the toughest times in my life. After another year, I still wasn’t pregnant; what’s more, Hashem fixed it that practically every close friend I had was pregnant at around the same time.

I felt so isolated, so lonely. I felt that I must be doing something terribly wrong for ‘everyone else’ to be getting the blessing that I so desperately wanted for myself. I said tehillim. I visited the Kotel and kever after kever. I gave charity. I distributed 100s of CDs. I prayed for friends who were having problems conceiving (Baruch Hashem, nearly all of whom are now new mothers). I checked my clothing for Shatnez. I asked 40 friends to bake challahs. I said Perek Shira for 40 days. I sent my husband to Uman for Rosh Hashanah, and then asked him to daven at the Kotel for 6 hours straight. Nothing changed.

I was doing Hisbodedut at this time – not an hour consecutively every day, but usually a good half an hour of talking to Hashem. I tried to think up arguments to ‘convince’ him to let me have more children; I begged; I tried to strike ‘deals’ with Hashem. I went from doing an OK job of taharat mishpacha to doing it as ‘machmir’ as I could.

Nothing changed.

Except that I started to dread being told that other people were expecting, or being invited to a brit or a simchat bat. The feeling of jealousy was so overwhelming. The situation was compounded by friends and family urging me to go back to the doctors, because they could ‘fix’ the problem.

After two years of all-consuming heartache, I cracked, and about six months ago, I went to a fertility doctor. He told me I was old (I was 34 at the time); that I’d been stupid to waste so much time on prayer alone; and that I could have six kids if I did exactly what he told me. I burst into tears.

Nevertheless, I made an appointment to get thoroughly checked out, and came back the next week with my husband. This time, the doctor spent a lot of time talking about checking for fetal abnormalities and aborting babies if there were more than two in there. I burst into tears again – and begged Hashem from the bottom of my heart to save me from these doctors.

I went for the tests and the check-up – and everything was fine. That’s when it hit me: even though I’d been praying for two years, some part of me thought that maybe something was wrong, and I’d have to go back to the doctors to fix it in order to have another baby. The doctors. Not Hashem.

When I realised that there was nothing wrong, I realised that the doctors couldn’t help me. It was entirely in G-d’s hands, and He had withheld more children from me for a reason.

The cloud started to lift. This was around the time my husband went to Uman for Rosh Hashanah. But it would take a couple more months until I really got what I consider to be *the* answer to my unspoken question: why me? Why was Hashem doing this to me?

My husband has been reading ‘BSde Yaar’ – a book on hisbodedut by Rav Shalom Arush. One day, when I was feeling a bit low about the ‘time of the month’ again, he read me out a passage that I can honestly say has transformed my life.

It was the story of a couple who’d been married for many years, and who had tried every prayer, segula, treatment and bracha going to have kids – all unsuccessfully. Rav Arush told the woman to stop asking for children, and to instead to thank Hashem for her infertility. That wasn’t all: he also told her to thank Hashem for each and every newborn baby that was born to her friends and family members.

Sounds hard, doesn’t it? But when Hashem sends you such a clear message, you do your best to listen. So I did my best to stop thinking about my heartache, and to instead start thanking Hashem for not having more kids.

The first couple of days, I have to admit I probably sounded more sarcastic than sincere; but I persevered, and an amazing thing happened. Very quickly – within three or four days – Hashem started to open my eyes to all the reasons I had to thank Him sincerely.

Waiting five years for another child has taught me patience; it’s taught me to appreciate the two enormous blessings I already have; it’s helped to make me humble, knowing that I truly am not in charge of my life, whatever my ‘plan’ says; and it’s brought me closer to Hashem in a way that nothing else could.

But this whole process has also given me tremendous insight into myself. I am not a ‘natural’ mother – I have to work very hard to give my children the time, patience and commitment they need. ‘Everyone else’ may have more kids, but everyone else can probably cope with them.

I’m starting to understand that in order to function, I need my space, I need some time to myself, and I need to pursue other interests outside my family. Hashem knows this, and is giving me exactly what I need to fulfil my tikkun down here.

Would I like another child (or two….)? Of course. No question. But this five years of infertility has been one of the most invaluable life lessons I’ve had, and it’s helped me to fix parts of my personality and middot that would have been out of reach any other way.

Is it still painful? Yes, occasionally. But it’s no longer pointless, and it helps me to remember that what happens down here has a higher purpose and reason.

It’s also made me realise, yet again, about the importance of finding a spiritual guide you can really trust, and of listening to the advice they give you.

There were times in the last year and a half when I wondered if I should have come off the hormones, or stuck with the doctors after all. Now, thank G-d, that is no longer a question. Whether it would have ‘worked’ is a moot point: the real point is that Hashem sent me a soul correction, and if I would have tried to ‘short it’ by going the doctors route, He would have had to have sent it some other (probably much harder) way.

I learnt lessons with the heartache I’ve had over the past couple of years that usually only come at the price of a terminal illness, G-d forbid. So instead of feeling sorry for myself, I’m feeling at peace. I’m feeling that I’m doing my best to go on the path that Hashem has laid out for me, and if there are more children along that path, there is absolutely nothing that can stand in the way of us having them.

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Special thanks to Yehudit Levy for sending me this article!
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  1. Such a beautiful story, thank you so much for sharing! This is an amazing lesson. I will daven for you that you should have more children and I hope that H’ should continue to bless you with these insights.

  2. Yoni Schlussel

    Truly amazing!
    Some women are shining their light in this world through having children, while you are shining your beautiful light of inspiration in how you are handling this challenge! What a powerful way to shift from negativity to gratitude.
    Thank you so much for sharing your story! May your prayers be answered speedily!

  3. B”H

    Thank you very much for sharing all your emotions on this stage of your life. I can identify with much of what has been written and it comes to me at very important point in my life…

  4. thank you for sharing your story, which is so painful, yet, you rose above it all and thanked hashem for all his good. thank you for the chizzuk, and may your tefillot be answered l’tovah.

  5. Dear Sister,
    Our stories are very similar. I like to look at my children and feel the gratitude that they exist…who knows, it could be a miracle that we have children at all!!!

    Maybe we should daven for each other…and hear good news asap!
    Tziona Achishena bat Chaya

  6. Hadassah Aber

    What courage you have to come forward with such honesty. I am reminded of Miriam Adahan who desperately wanted more children and ended up writing books instead, I believe she writes about it in the book “It is a Gift” or “Life is a Gift.” May all your prayers be answered for good.

  7. When I read about all the amazing mitzvot and Avodat Hashem you took upon yourself for the sake of having children, I was amazed. And yet, you felt then that nothing changed. Perhaps not in this world, but B”H, one day in the next world you will surely see all the eternal fruits of your spiritual labour…

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