Wow. What a difference a year makes, or two, or three. Last night as we drove home from the hospital, our usual route was blocked by a crafts faire, and I was reminded of walking through that faire on in the midst if the worst ivf ever. But here we are, 2 years later with children. My husband and I marvel at that word at least once a day. Children. Children we talk about, children whose diapers we change, childen we hold against our bodies, children who respond to our voices and our touch. It is an ineffible experience.
For those of you struggling to get pregnant, or wrestling about whether to move on to donor gametes, I hope you find some peace today.
I know, even amongst the dinging and binging of all the monitors in the nicu, two little boys are growing, and changing and waiting for their mama and daddy, and that fills me with such joy.
(baby A cuddling against my chest).