Weekend with triplets

*Warning - cute baby photo below*

I had planned a weekend with my internet buddy Margie a while ago, while I am on my way to Vegas for this IVF cycle. She wanted me to visit last time I was in Vegas, but I didn't. Partly because I just didn't get my act together, partly because of the cost, but also, I'll admit, because I wasn't quite ready to face staying in a house with babies. I would apologize here to Margie, but I know she more than understands because she's a fellow infertile. Or should I say, former infertile.

But anyway, I couldn't really stay away much longer and besides, I was slowly beginning to come to terms with other people's babies, so I said that this time I would go. I also had an ulterior motive, which is that I figured maybe my ovaries would get the message that other people have babies so maybe we should too. You know, that whole primal instinct of "someone in the tribe thinks it's safe to reproduce so we can too".

I was worried though, I admit. I wasn't sure how well I'd do, whether it would be too painful, whether I'd have to put on a brave face and whether it would eat me up inside with bitterness that other people get to have babies and I didn't/don't. But that was before Wednesday. After Wednesday, I thought I would be able to handle it, although still had a small worry that I would slip backwards into the old ways.

Now, well, what a difference. I am completely at peace with this whole thing. It is still somewhat amazing to me (OK, completely and totally mind-blowingly amazing) that I am not jealous, I am not bitter and I am not having a problem with anything. I am just enjoying these wonderful, amazingly cute (and perfectly behaved) children. They are adorable, and I promise I am not biased when I say that. What a joy and a fantastic experience to be able to get down on the floor and play. And how amazing to go out with the girls in a triplet stroller and to see everyone's reactions. I'm sure the reactions would get annoying were I on the receiving end of them constantly, but for today it is interesting.  Margie is a wonderful mother, and her parents are amazing too - coming to the house most days to help out.  What a great, great family.

OMG people, it feels like I'm a normal person again.  

And I hope she won't mind me posting her story, because it is one that kept me going through some of the dark days, and gave me hope.  Margie conceived on her second IVF, at 42.5, with her own eggs.  On her last cycle with her own eggs, in fact, as she'd already started planning a DE trip overseas.  She got 5 embryos and transferred all five, because of course the chance of success was so low.  Miraculously, two stuck.  And one split into identical twins.  And then of course she was almost expected to miscarry because of her age, but she didn't.  Although she had some health complications at the end, she made it to 30 weeks and a few days, and had three healthy girls.  One had to have a heart operation shortly after birth, but so far everything looks good.