I didn’t have children. I could have done another IVF or IUI cycle or adopted, but I didn’t. I blame myself and the doctors.
The doctors screwed up things in the years I tried and I just didn’t have the perseverance to endure more. Screwed up an ultrasound, didn’t listen to me when I had an allergic reaction to a drug (that was later removed from the market due to reactions) didn’t tell me I would likely miss three cycles if I tried a particular drug. Another was they weren’t doing surrogacy at the place I was recommended to at one point, but then later they were but I had already moved away, and I just couldn’t take the near misses anymore. Not after dealing with another medical issue with gross incompetence from the medical establishment and years of pain, misery, and anguish.
Also, it was a few years after doing some extreme measures that I really learned a lot about how common miscarriages are and I blame doctors, pro-lifers, and the education system for women not knowing.
I mostly blame myself though. I know complained a lot about others above, but other people somehow wind up with babies.
It’s a mixed bag. I think we would have been good parents. Right now in my 50’s I appreciate not have the worry or stress that can come with having kids (actually my first pregnancy I was 27, so most likely my children would be out of the house if that pregnancy had worked). I do think about the future and how it would be nice to have kids who would be there as I age. A lot of people say you can’t count on your kids being there. I think usually at least one of them takes on responsibility of at least helping when it’s very necessary. I always thought I would have 4 children. Maybe I would have adjusted the number once I was a mother.