We always planned to have 4-6 children. I wanted 6, he thought 4 would be a good compromise. We ended up with just 2. I was so sick after both the babies were born that it was unthinkable to continue. As things turned out, if I'd been diagnosed properly back in 2004, we maybe could have proceeded. We'll never know. The take away lesson was to get a second opinion. Always get a second opinion. If your GP suspects you have something and your specialist literally goes "Pffft" in response, get a second opinion. The GP was right; the specialist was wrong. It took another 7 years and another specialist to get the correct diagnosis and it's been basically onwards and upwards from there.
The two children that we have are delightful. They've grown up into thoughtful, helpful, considerate little humans with whom it is a pleasure to spend time. Not just our opinion by the way, but the opinion of most other people. I guess though that the "little humans" tag is a bit inappropriate seeing as they are both taller than me :) We don't think very much about the could-have-beens because the what-we-haves are pretty wonderful.
We always planned that I'd go back to work after having the babies. That didn't pan out so well...well, not the traditional sense of going back to work. We're looking at different options, thinking outside the box, and planning a different life from the one we had in mind. It's not going to be a lesser life, just a different one. The path ahead isn't clear at this point, but it is not as frightening or devastating as it was four weeks ago.
You could spend a lifetime mulling over what might have been, or you can spend a life being grateful every minute for what you have. I choose the latter. I will make the choice, every day, to be grateful.
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