Writing this post was somewhat surreal. Because, to be honest, I still can’t quite believe where life has us currently.
We were nine months pregnant when we found out. I was overjoyed to find out that IVF would be able to produce a second baby for my birthday in May. We were celebrating our fifth anniversary in Spain. In addition to applying for permanent visas, we also looked at purchasing our first house in the city. We found ourselves in You can also find out more about the following: We found a sweet spot for our daily life in Barcelona, with dear friends around us (including Teo’s cute little circle of friends), fulfilling jobs we both loved and a happy reunion to post-pandemic Europe travel.
We were shocked when our doctor abruptly stopped talking during an ultrasound. We ended up having a d&c just down the hallway from where we delivered Teo, which was unfortunately followed by months of additional complications, a barrage of doctor’s appointments, some truly awful medications, and ultimately one additional surgery. We felt stuck in a grief time warp for months, unable to move on emotionally because my body still clung to the pregnancy.
