It was the LAST thing I would have ever expected. Days before my 40th birthday, having battled infertility much of my childbearing years, the sheer exhaustion I was feeling was dismissed as an impending bug.
Seeing the two happy pink lines on the home pregnancy test? Yep, the LAST thing I would have guessed. It was Labor Day weekend, ironically, and I called my doctor in a panic. Having had so many miscarriages, I wanted to get right on a regiment IMMEDIATELY. He hesitated, but told me to come in on Labor Day and we would talk. I did. We did. And he agreed to try the protocol that I know helped bring me Eilis.
And after spending 7 months hoping for the best, and another month in the hospital on complete bed rest, at 36 weeks, my LAST baby was born.
I’ve heard that they save the best for last. I will never say that about my children – I love them all so much. But this was the best last I have ever experienced.
Happy Birthday, Granuaile!