Thursday, March 14, 2013
My Sisters the Saints: Book Review
Excerpt from Chapter 4 of My Sisters the Saints
By Colleen Carroll Campbell
Image Books (Oct. 30, 2012)
I never knew how much I wanted to be a mother until I realized I might not have the chance. Overnight, the imaginary child I had begrudged for cramping my style became the Holy Grail. The maternal desires I had ignored for years while defending my independence and pursuing my career suddenly came roaring back, threatening to devour me with their primal intensity.
The ensuing months brought more tears, terror, and tests. Shortly after we received that initial scare, follow-up tests conducted by the same physician generated normal results. The next month, another round of tests produced more signs of potential problems, and the roller-coaster ride resumed. I soon learned that fertility medicine is more art than science, and an aggravating art at that. Everything is about probabilities and percentages, trial and error. John and I might be able to conceive a child together, or we might not. The only way to know for sure was if I found a plus sign on one of those little pregnancy-test sticks that now cluttered the back of my bathroom closet.
Month after agonizing month, I locked myself in the bathroom, made the sign of the cross, and stared at that stick for three minutes, awaiting a miracle. Month after month, the stick stared back at me with nothing more to show for all my prayers, pleas, and doctor visits than a defiant minus sign. John would find me sobbing on the bathroom floor, wondering why, just once, that damned stick could not give me a plus sign. …
From my status as a loser in the fertility lottery, it was not much of a leap to conclude that I was a failure as a woman as well. If the ability to conceive and bear children is the defining biological fact of the female body, what did it say about me that my body had failed to fulfill this function? What did it say about my marriage to John that our union had proven fruitless? Did it mean that God had not meant for us to marry? … That the supernatural nudges I had felt in recent years—to focus more on family and less on work—had been illusions? And what of the Catholic teachings on reproduction that I had defended so publicly: Was my predicament proof that they were not as wise or universal as I had thought? It was one thing to embrace those teachings as a beaming newlywed whose biggest worry is having too many bundles of joy. It was quite another to do so when facing the possibility that following them—especially the church’s ban on in vitro fertilization—might mean never conceiving a child. […]
When an email arrived in my inbox with a request for a book review, accompanied by this excerpt... I responded immediately in the affirmative. I mean, how could I not? These words... these words may have been written a thousand times, in a thousand different ways, by myself and all of my faithful Catholic blogging friends who have struggled with infertility through the years.
The book arrived a few days later. I simply could not put it down. (Until, of course, 2 days before the arrival of my period when in the final chapters I flung it across the bed and went and poured myself a glass of wine... but may that be a warning to read at your own risk while PMSing. Really, do anything at your own risk while PMSing if you're an infertile.) I did finish when I was more hormonally stable, and I'm so glad I did. From start to finish, Colleen Carroll Campbell had me entranced in her story as she navigates her way through adulthood, guiding her readers through the connections she makes with 6 very powerful women Saints, showing how each one served as a spiritual vehicle at crucial stages of her life. And one very significant part of that life was infertility.
There were two particularly powerful sections that I thought would be helpful to share with my readers here.
The first deals with spiritual maternity, a topic I have recently been exploring.
Colleen writes, as she contemplates the writings of Edith Stein:
"Even as Edith's views validated my suffering, they challenged me to rethink my fixation on getting pregnant. If motherhood is more about what's in your heart than what's in your womb, I needed to stop waiting for a baby to use my maternal gifts. I needed to start recognizing the opportunities I already had to nurture growth in others, defend the vulnerable, and make the world a more loving, humane place."
Colleen finds in Edith's writings a source of both solace and practical advice on how to achieve spiritual maternity. Good stuff. And this was just one nugget.
The other section which resonated with me was about Colleen and her husband's temptation to pursue IVF (in-vitro fertilization). While this has not been something my husband and I have (thank goodness) been tempted by, when I read this paragraph, I thought truly this woman's words are a gift from God - she makes sense of a very messy confusion, creates clarity from a thick fog of despair and lies, and pens the truth, from her heart onto paper, in one paragraph. And I hope all couples considering IVF will read these words and allow them to speak to their hearts:
"I knew God could forgive me for choosing IVF. I knew that if he allowed me to conceive a child using IVF, he would love that child as much as one conceived according to his plan. Yet I also knew my relationship with him would never be the same if I purposely made such a fundamental, life-altering choice against what I knew to be his will for me. I suspected that the presence of a child conceived through IVF always would be tinged with sadness for me, since it would remind me that, at a critical juncture in my life, I had chosen my need for control over God's invitation to trust."
Maybe it's her style of writing, or the spiritual backdrop of the memoir, or the life situations she shares, but this book was one of the most engrossing I have read in a long time. By the end, I felt such strong connections with its author through what I felt were shared temperament and personality makeups (I think God cuts all of us who carry the cross of infertility out of the same mold), I came to think of her as My Sister; she brought the same level of insight and familiarity into my life that those 6 Saints she came to call Sisters brought to hers. The book comes with my very highest recommendation, particularly for those regular readers of my blog. I know you will love it.
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