We were married 10 years before we had our son. At least twice in those 10 years we had a miscarriage...perhaps more that slipped by as simply a late period. We don't know why, we were somewhat casual towards the whole having a child option...if it happened then it happened, if not then we'd be one of those dashing childless couples who could do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted to.
Of course by year 10 we came to realize we weren't the "dashing couple" type. We didn't have money to run off to ski resorts or take cruises, we lost friends along the way as they dropped out to have their families and we realized we were somewhat drifting aimlessly. When the little pee stick turned pink the third time I was in denial. Twice before I had turned the stupid stick pink, and twice before the little child-to-be wasn't. And don't let anybody tell you different, the child you don't have HURTS!!! You have days, weeks, months to adjust your mind to having a child. You spend time envisioning yourselves BEING PARENTS, Christmas mornings, Easter Egg Hunts, family vacations, all that entails having a child. And when that child doesn't come to pass you mourn that life you dreamed about. And it's hard!! So the third time around I was weary of this game, I didn't want to play "what-if". I resisted even going to the doctor and getting it verified that we were once again pregnant. But finally forced by my husband off we went. And I was AMAZED! And THRILLED! Because THIS doctor didn't see any reason why this child to be wouldn't be. He had me start a daily chewable aspirin regimen, prescribed pre-natal vitamins, let me listen to the baby's heartbeat and voila! We were on the parent-to-be merry-go-round once again. And this time when we got off we had the brass ring--we had a BABY!!!!
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