I was married for 7 years, and during that time was told I was sterile.
At one time I was engaged to a man who wanted kids, and I told him it wasn't possible, but we tried anyway. Nothing happened, and I didn't expect it to.
Years later, in the middle of an encounter I got the weirdest feeling that I was pregnant, and I thought, 'weird, that just isn't possible, why would I think that?'
Exactly 1 month later a doctor hooked me up to a sonogram and I saw my ds's heartbeat.
During this time, a dear friend of mine was going through a horrible, terrifying process with her baby who was having seizures that were seemingly uncontrollable. They tried various medications and diets, and nothing seemed to work. After many years, it was determined that his allergic reaction to black mold in their home had triggered the seizures, but by this time he had already suffered irreparable brain damage. She had endured several miscarriages before having her son, and he was the result of invitro, iirc. She told me she was not going to try for any more children.
I am now married to a man who fathered another miracle baby who wasn't supposed to be here. Same thing, supposedly no more kids could be conceived, but surprise!
I truly believe all 3 of these children exist for a reason, but I can't get over the guilt I feel for having been so lucky with my accidental/miracle baby when my friend went through so much to have hers only to have this horrible misfortune afterwards.
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