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    G meets his stork

    As we all know, storks bring couples babies. And if you’ve been following us for awhile you know that our stork unfortunately inherited my terrible sense of direction so is probably still circling the forests of Bolivia with an upside down map. As such we had to replace said stork with a higher tech alternative with “M.D.” in their name. White feathers, white lab coat… same difference.

    It’s been almost a year since 7 of my gametes were introduced to 7 of S’. December 8th last year was my egg retreival. To commemorate the occasion, I took G to the RE clinic so that he could meet his “stork”.

    Several weeks after G was born we got a call from the clinic to follow up. They asked us to bring him in. Honestly, this request took me aback. Although I understand that it’s great for staff morale, I really didn’t want to do anything that would upset current patients by reminding them why they were there in the first place. I debated it for a long time and, in the end, sentiment won over and we went. I asked for as late in the day time as possible as to avoid a full waiting room. When we arrived I was relieved to see that there was no-one waiting, and fortunately it stayed that way while we were there. Each time the door opened though, I got a nervous jolt. I really, really feared upsetting anyone.

    The one thing I didn’t expect was how I would feel being back. Walking into that office brought back many memories. I remembered the chairs by the door S and I sat in while waiting on the day of the retrieval… the way I felt at each appointment… the nervous optimism each time I arrived, and the twinge of disappointment at my weak response to the meds when I left.  I wondered if we were to ever try again if I would feel the same way. Honestly, keeping G from fussing and crying while we waited kept me from crying. Although I was happy we were there together, I was also relieved when we got back in the car to go home. I was happy to leave those emotions back in the clinic and genuinely hope to not open the door back to them until the next time we go.

    I didn’t really know what to say to Dr. B when she came out. I must have said “thank you” in about a dozen different ways, although I think G’s smiles at her were probably the best of all. She looked genuinely happy to see him.

    I am glad we went, and now G has met his “stork” 🙂

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