Wednesday 24th February 2016
Today marked a high for me during this new, fresh round of IVF. Guilty feelings are all but gone, and I enjoy Kingsley once again without becoming moribund with thoughts of phantom siblings he ‘should’ be given. I’ve not been this relaxed since starting almost a fortnight ago, and what helped me chill today was meeting up at the home of old Dubai pal and fellow Aussie mum Julie, with her extraordinarily clever toddler Oliver.
While we old sticks sat on the carpet chewing the fat, our boys played together like they were old buddies. Every conceivable toy was put out for Kingsley’s enjoyment, Oliver’s kind generosity toward his younger mate prompting me to praise him endlessly (and to congratulate Julie on rearing such a pleasant boy) and to ensure Kingsley said ‘thank you’ and ‘I love you’ about one hundred times.
Being surrounded by big hearted family people instantly lifted my mood and drew my attention away from my own ‘what ifs’, and toward thoughts of ‘fortunate us’.
With a smile stretching from my mouth to my heart, I excuse myself and toddle off to Oliver’s bathroom in a most relaxed manner, for 4pm is fast approaching and a pre-filled syringe of Gonal-F has my name written all over it.