Seven years ago today we got married.
It was such a glorious day. The weather was the best; sunny and breezy, which was such a blessing because the stormy weather the weekend before made it a little nerve wracking for me. We were surrounded by 98 of our closest friends and family. People still talk about how fun the wedding was to this day. It was so beautiful despite the fact that nobody from Bob’s family, including his parents, attended our wedding. Not only were they not in attendance, my father-in-law yelled at Bob on the phone the day before the wedding for going forward with it. The beautiful day was marred by his family’s disapproval of the marriage. In fact, his dad didn’t talk to him again until 10 months later when we went to visit my in-laws overseas. The family drama that came with the marriage paled in comparison to the struggles that we had when we decided to start a family. The funny thing was, at 37 years old, I was afraid of getting pregnant right away before we could spend some time to get to know each other as husband and wife. In fact, Bob spent his eve of our wedding at a drug store purchasing condoms and got locked out by his best man who locked the door and went to bed early.
How naive I was. If I had known the struggles we would encounter trying for a baby, I would have agreed to start trying right away. Little did I know that in the course of the next six years, we discovered problems such as over 50 tiny uterine fibroids that required surgical removal, high FSH, low AMH, the need for donor eggs, Bob’s DNA fragmentation and varicocele, and the need for a gestational carrier.
Fast forward to this day. After all the struggles with Bob’s parents and building a family, it is nothing short of a miracle that we have both my in-laws and our babies sleeping under the same roof. Even just a couple of years ago, I didn’t think that it was possible. We survived all the struggles in the last seven years and thrive as a couple. When things get tough in the future (I am sure they will at some point), our past challenges can and will serve as a guide and an encouragement for us to push forward. I love my husband and wish him a very happy anniversary, the first one we have with our babies safely in our arms. What a blessing it is to get to say that.