Treasures that were buried deep and almost lost. I sniff their hair and kiss their eyelids. I can see the look of wonderment on my own much younger face…it is as though I am thanking the heavens for these boys that are are so real and finally here.
I am caught by the thought of that little girl, so different, that child of my infertility dreams. I think of her, as I watch myself in the midst of solid, sturdy arms wrapped tightly around my neck. And I bless her for keeping me company and giving me hope. Her image challenged me to find some inner strength. In my mind’s eye, she asked me to find her. And I did. In two little boys.
This article was written by Pamela Madsen also known as the Fertility Advocate.
Director of Public Education of East Coast Fertility. Founder of the American Fertility Association.
Originally published on FertilityTies
