The risks loom large, especially as my husband, Jake, who has been my partner in this infertility journey for four years, sips his beer apologetically across the table. “I don’t like beer,” I remark, not just because it’s true but also to elicit a twinge of sympathy from him. But he already knows the weight of our situation. We’re about to become parents to a child with special needs, and the world’s pity is flooding in.
Our waiter is taking his sweet time clearing away the crumbs, wielding a curved metal tool that resembles a device from my OB’s office. I feel nauseated, as if I haven’t eaten at all, my blood sugar plummeting. I’m tempted to lay my head on the table, a silent plea to the universe for mercy.
I think back to the gestational diabetes test from a month ago—the test that spiraled into an unexpected ultrasound, which led to a frantic visit to a maternal fetal specialist, followed by an amniocentesis, and now here we are, stuck in a month-long limbo with the Mayo Clinic as they try to crack the code of our baby’s chromosomal anomalies.
“Dessert?” Jake holds out a petite menu, presenting it like a game show host unveiling a prize. I take it, hoping it might propel me into a conversation that doesn’t start with “What are the odds…”
Around us, couples are entwined in the soft glow of the restaurant’s lighting, holding hands like characters in a romantic comedy. I scan the room—one, two, three couples, all in a blissful state. No one ever casts a weary pregnant woman and her soon-to-be special needs family in a romantic tale. Nearby, someone is dipping a marshmallow into a pot.
“Let’s get fondue,” I finally say, marking my first complete sentence of the evening.
His face lights up as though I just renewed our vows. I can only assume that’s how he looked when he proposed five years ago, on a moonlit beach with a headlamp to guide the ring to my finger. A proposal illuminated by a lighthouse, indeed.
He’s been my steady light through this turbulent journey of infertility. While I struggle with the uncertainties and detours from our life plan, he remains calm. I’m the GPS; he’s the dreamer, and despite the odds, our marriage has only grown stronger. The acronyms—IUIs, IVFs, FETs—have bonded us like soldiers united against a common adversary. I know the statistics: divorce rates are high in both infertility and special needs communities. I’ve checked.
I glance at him across the table, noticing the shadows under his eyes and the wear on his once-trim beard. My own hair is starting to gray, and my hands tremble slightly as I skewer a banana slice. We’re worn down, far from the glowing image of pregnancy.
By now, I’ve become almost numb to calamity; to an outsider, we might just appear as a couple eagerly anticipating parenthood. Our faces flicker in the candlelight.
Little do I know that in less than a month, our son will make his appearance at thirty weeks. Coincidentally, that will also be the day the Mayo Clinic calls with the results—almost like a starting signal. As I dip my finger into the fondue, I’m oblivious to the concept of Beckwith-Wiedemann syndrome, the intricacies of suctioning a tracheotomy, or the meaning behind “cerebral palsy.” I don’t yet know that my son will have curly blond hair, eyes that turn a rich green, or that he’ll inherit my left-handedness and love for music.
On this Valentine’s night, I’m unaware of the kind of mother I will evolve into—a fierce advocate, a caregiver, a teacher, a scientist, and a champion breaking barriers. All I know is that I’ve married this man, and we’re about to welcome this child into our lives. We may not be holding hands, but it’s enough.
This is not a love story; it’s a life story.
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Summary:
This narrative reflects on one woman’s experience as she navigates the complexities of pregnancy and impending parenthood with her husband, while grappling with the challenges of infertility and the realities of raising a child with special needs. The story emphasizes resilience, love, and the uncharted waters of motherhood.
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