I have 16-month-olds.
To me, that’s mind boggling. Where did the time go? Where did the babies go? You blink and they are now full-blown toddlers. They can walk, run, climb up stairs, climb on the couch, climb down the couch, climb up on a slide and slide down. They eat, throw food, have preferences, throw tantrums, play hide and seek, and hide toys from their sibling. They have a sense of humor. When did that happen?
It amazes me that not too long ago, we were yearning for a child. You blink, and we are now responsible for two human beings that need love, care, and parenting.
After our gestational carrier had her chemical pregnancy, my heart was full of doubt because I didn’t know if the remaining three embryos would become a baby for us or not. My friend A. encouraged me by telling me that things don’t change until they change. And that was right. That was over two years ago. The next transfer gave us these two kids that are meant to be in our family. One of my girlfriends has been trying to create embryos with her own eggs for a number of years and is still struggling with the idea of egg donation if none of the embryos from her own eggs worked. I share with her over and over again that I would never trade my kids with a child that shares my genes. These are mine and mine forever. I don’t want anyone else.
Some days I look at them and still cannot believe that we are so blessed to be parents of these two.
Please do not grow up too fast.