Merry Christmas to you all! It has been an extra sweet and precious holiday season as our babies are safe and sound at home with us. The four stockings on the mantel and all the presents with labels of the babies’ names under the Christmas tree make it all real that this year’s Christmas tree is very different from the previous five year’s.
A couple of days ago, we made a trip across the bay to visit our beloved Dr. E who helped made this little family of four possible. This trip reminds me of a post that I wrote more than three years ago. One day I came home early from work and saw Dr. E on TV. At that time, we were working with our second RE Dr. No Nonsense after we parted our way from Dr. E. That was the end of our 3rd year pursuing our dream of having a baby and we didn’t seem to be any closer to fulfilling it. I wrote in that post: “I so wish that she would be the person who breaks the news to us with fantastic first and second beta results. I wish so much that she would be the one who would have the joy of finding the heartbeat for our first baby. It doesn’t seem like things will turn out this way. I sat there staring at her. Pondering about the what-ifs.” God works in very mysterious ways. I didn’t know it at that point, but it turned out that Dr. E WAS the one who broke the news to us about our fantastic first and second beta results. She wasn’t quite the one who found the heartbeat of our baby as we had to do our first ultrasound at Annie, our surrogate’s local clinic, but that was close enough. It didn’t seem like things would turn out the way I wished but God had that plan all along.
With two boxes of pastries in our hands, we pushed our “chariot” (the huge double stroller) into Dr. E’s clinic. It was quite something to show up at our RE’s office and not leave crying with empty arms. After all these years of holding onto the hope that one day our baby would meet the doctor that helped him/her come to this world, it had become a reality, not only with one baby but two. According to her intern, Dr. E was still in her office speaking to a patient about something “depressing”. I know how that is. I had done it many times with her. To be sensible, we retreated to the office space across the hall so her patients wouldn’t have to see cute babies in the office.
Dr. E eventually made her way across the hall to meet us. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree when she saw the babies. She knew what they looked like as I consistently send photos to her. She had said this a few times in the past, that the most beautiful babies come to those who patiently wait the longest, and we prove her point again x2. She scooped up the babies and held them both for the rest of the visit. She kept on saying that we have the most beautiful twins. I agree with her, but I am obviously biased. Haha. The babies were so good and stayed in her arms without fussing the entire time. The twins eventually got hungry so we had to part ways to go to our beloved Pane.ra Bread to feed them. That was Bob’s and my stomping ground every single time after a monitoring ultrasound, egg retrieval, or transfer. How sweet it was to be able to go there with our babies who attracted a lot of attention from strangers.
We have come full circle. I don’t have to ponder the what-ifs anymore. And for that I am forever grateful.