I must admit I’m drawn to song lyrics about life not following a predestined plan. One of my favorites is the lyrics to Love’s Recovery by the Indigo Girls:
There I am in younger days, star gazing
Painting picture perfect maps of how my life and love would be
Not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection
My compass, faith in love’s perfection
I missed ten million miles of road I should have seen
My husband and I never set out to have two sets of twins and then a singleton (at the ripe ages of 43 and 48). We were married in our mid to late 30’s and discovered pretty quickly that we were having trouble conceiving. At first we thought it was because my job that required a ton of traveling. After going through several different evaluations we discovered that actually we had a 1 in a million chance of conceiving on our own. That sent us down the path of fertility assistance. (You can read more about that here.) We were so lucky that we were able to conceive after our first round of IVF and that two embryos developed. At 33 weeks I had an emergency c-section and Marc and Maddie were born.
Right around their first birthday, I realized that I was pregnant. We didn’t think we could get pregnant “on our own” –and with the busyness of the first year with twins–we weren’t trying to get pregnant. I went in to see how far along I was when an ultra sound revealed that we were once again pregnant with twins! As the pregnancy progressed we discovered that it was identical boys. At 36 weeks Luke and Will were born.
Identical twins are supposedly not genetic and they are an unexpected blessing, so our magical thinking we thought, “Oh. . .this is a fluke. Surely we don’t have to worry about getting pregnant again because we can’t conceive on our own.” Even though the blessed evidence THAT WE COULD was cradled in our arms.
Four years later (and now in our 40’s) our last child, Dylan, was born. With his birth we no longer doubted our abilities!
Welcome to my blog about parenting twins–now teenage twins–and a singleton. It is a loud and crazy and journey but in retrospect I really don’t think “I missed ten million miles of road I should have seen.”