If IVF 1.0 hadn’t ended in a miscarriage at eight weeks, today would have been my first baby’s third birthday.
And if these tiny babies growing in my womb now had been first round picks instead of third round picks by the embryologist, they would be turning three today. Instead they are 14 weeks toward their new birthday, which hopefully will be sometime at the end of September or early October.
It’s sad, happy, crazy, strange and amazing all at once.
I wonder how I’ll explain this to the twins. That their birthday should have been April 21, 2011. Spring instead of Fall babies. 2014 instead of 2011. Not that I believe in astrology, but I wonder how an astrologist would reconcile their birth-dates.
It’s a brave new world- and I’m so grateful for it all. But I still miss those babies I never met.
My next appointment with the OB is a week from today.