Written by Beth Gildea, Guest Blogger
Sean and I tried for several years to have a family. We expected it to be easy for us, like most people do. An unexplained infertility diagnosis hit us like a brick wall.
We completed two rounds of IVF, one of which ended in miscarriage at 6 weeks. It devastated us, and we abandoned all thoughts of trying IVF again. We knew we did not want to face the anxiety of possibly losing another pregnancy, so we explored adoption.
It renewed our hope, and after over a year of waiting, adoption brought us to our son. We are so grateful that his first family picked us. We started to settle into life with a newborn, grateful to be a family of 3. People immediately started asking if we’d adopt again, but we knew how lucky we were to have one child. We were set with a table for 3.
Two days before my maternity leave was over with our son at 3 months old, I was looking at two pink lines on a pregnancy test. And they were dark! I had NO clue how far along I was, so I went to urgent care (totally normal, right? ?). They drew blood to confirm HCG levels, and sure enough, I was “at least 6 or 7 weeks along.” Mother’s Day was in a week. Could I bear it if I miscarried? My first Mother’s Day with our son was looking to be another heartache. The doctor got us in for an ultrasound as soon as the blood work came back, and we saw a baby’s heartbeat on the monitor.
And that baby stuck. Rita was born 10 months and 1 day after her brother Jack was born in the same year.
They say that after every storm, there is a rainbow of hope. In our home, we know after every storm, there is a rainbow of hope. A double rainbow is a miracle.
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