Well, I think I’m going to put a period at the end of this long sentence. It has been quite a ride to say the least. The girls, Ariella and Raquel, are doing great. Of course, you never know how hard it will be to be a parent until you know. People tell you it’s rough, people tell you your life will never be the same. There is just no way, however, to know the truth of those words until you’ve lived it.
Night wakings, sleep deprivation, crying, colic, rocking until your back aches, wishing for just an hour, one hour to yourself, and then realizing what they mean by your life will never be your own again. And then you sit, in a dimly lit room in the middle of winter, looking out at the window of the nursery, at the overcast sky at the break of dawn, rocking your baby snuggled up in your arms, and you realize that there is nothing else that you’d rather be doing. And the winter morning somehow doesn’t seem as cold and dark as it used to. You are warmed by the love that has grown inside you. And then you realize, you will never be the same either. And that’s a good thing.
Thank you all for your support along this journey, which has not ended, but simply taken a new turn.
I plan to keep this blog as is and let it stand as a beacon of hope for those of you out there who still suffer. When I get time, I intend to start a new blog called “Finding a New Gear: Motherhood after Infertility”. So stay tuned.