The nurse put him to my chest. There were wires and cords, I held his oxygen to his nose and cupped his diapered bottom in my hand. At barely a week old he had yet to reach 2 pounds. I was scared, of course, to have babies born at 28 weeks but above all I was in awe. There I was, holding a baby, my baby. A dream I had almost given up on.
We started trying to get pregnant on our honeymoon. I started dreaming about it before our wedding even began. I had a daughter nearly ten years before so we never thought that adding to our family would be difficult. My husband and I were excited to complete our family, give my oldest a sibling and enter the years of parenting together. We spent two long years struggling to get pregnant. Taking the conservative route, then the not so conservative route then the I-will-do-anything-to-have-a-baby route I thought maybe my oldest daughter would continue her role as the only child for life. I dreaded every month that my period came, every test without pink lines and was so used to being poked and prodded that I couldn't remember the woman I once was who could barely stand simple blood work.
Finally, we decided we would try in vitro fertilization, our last chance at pregnancy. The costs were so high and the emotional toll so strong that we knew we could only try once. I found out I was pregnant with triplets in April of 2007 and the rest is history. A rich, emotional history, full of ups and downs but of the beautiful beginning of what our family is today.
Less than a year after the birth of our triplets we were shocked to find out that I was pregnant again, without a single visit to a fertility specialist. And here I am, a house full of noise, naptime and miracles, still pinching myself... just as I did that first moment the son I never thought I would have was placed in my arms.
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