Feeling Positive! #lookup

This is a story from about 6 years ago. The date Feb 6 2009. The time about 1 p.m. It was a phone call I was looking forward to and yet dreading.

The ordeal has begun some 8 months before this date. Finally after waiting for 6 years we decided to visit a fertility specialist. Yes DH and I spent some gruelling days trying to decide if we wanted to have a child that badly that we would take all the treatment. And the answer was YES! We had a fun life. Things were going well. We both had good jobs and a comfortable life style. But our nest was empty and the void of the missing child seem ever so evident.

As we went to the fertility doctor, I kept hoping for answers to my question. Was something wrong with me? Why couldn’t I conceive? But the Doctors and the tests had no answers to my questions.

Finally like all patients, we were set into a protocol. It seemed like we were yet another statistic in the childless world. Two months of blood test, pokes, injections and two unsuccessful cycles later, I was yet at a point of no hope. Lots of questions more and no answers to anything. At the end of the second cycle. I decided I had enough. I did not want more treatment, I was tired of being poked. I was tired of the blood tests and the medicines. But most of all I hated getting that call at the end of it all just to let me know that I was not pregnant.

Then in January 2009, my mom came to spend some time with us. She prodded us a little bit to try the next step of the infertility treatment. IVF. This meant more injections, more blood tests, more medicines and yet another phone call at the end of it. I really did not mind the injections or the medicines, but I definitely did not want to answer the phone call.

As we finished our cycle and completed all the details of the IVF treatment, it seemed like the only thing left to do was wait and watch. I was not optimistic at all. I did not feel ‘positive’ about this pregnancy test either. I usually got the news at work and so the day I was supposed receive the call, I decided to stay at home. I could not handle yet another day at work with the negativity of a failed treatment. My cousins were visiting and so it was a perfect excuse. I wanted the answering machine at work to take the news that my ears did not want to hear. And yet at 1 pm my cell phone began to ring. I waited for a couple rings and then DH looked at me. So I picked up the phone

Hi Rohini! You pregnancy test has come back positive!

They only thing I said was ‘Are you sure?’

Oh yes!

I don’t remember the rest of the conversation but 9 months later we were blessed with a bony boy.

Some 22 months after Feb 6 2009, I got that feeling again. Not of negativity. This time I was feeling hopeful. But this time I looked at a stick for the positive sign! And we were bless with yet another healthy completely adorable little girl!

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