Talking the other day in the park with other moms, one commented on how much it cost to become pregnant with her second child. He said he did not want a child
artificial. It sounded like science fiction, the movie of Spielbierg
Artificial Intelligence. That not get me wrong, did not bother me at all his words, she knows that my son was conceived through IVF is not something to hide, rather it is a fact that fills me with pride, which I presume. If something I've struggled in this life was to be a mother.
Since I have had use of reason as clear. Always asked for Reyes Nenuco like baby dolls and for years I gave my mother the suckling pig to bring me a baby brother. The poor man died laughing and I replied that it lacked only (considering that I had to rebound with 42 years to be another).
More or less a year of marriage we bought a car financed for four years to raise larger families. It was August and we went to Asturias a week, than optimistic when we talked to perhaps, in turn, would bring us good memories of the trip.
the time I got pregnant, the car was more than repaid.
We had a little over a year looking to have children when the doctors told us hinted that to get pregnant we would need God's help, especially the second and science.
Reboviné the film a year earlier at work and not knowing where I was coming, discussing with a colleague from fertility treatments, what would
ever to have a child. This time more than two cups of broth drink me, I drank eight liters of the pressure cooker.
Must see, you spend most of the youth heard from your mother
be careful you do not get pregnant and think ironic if the mind is so powerful that it left you sterile.
for me marched mind comedies about couples who want to have a child undergo a
ordeal of fertility treatments, but when you live since you live in a tragedy, a few laughs and many tears. The worst is not the physical
the matter. I consider myself lucky, do not give me the creeps needles prick me or draw me
and thank goodness because I was going to play to nail more needles in the belly that the Hellraiser
uncle in the face.
The worst is the emotional part, waiting. The twelve days until the pregnancy test, listening to your body waiting for a sign, a vomiting, nausea. Anything. Because the psychological impact of unsuccessful fertility treatment in a couple is the same as abortion.
If I look back, from a distance healing time, I get the feeling that another person has lived. I still remember the astonishment of the librarian face of the neighborhood when I asked for two books: I can not have children
and other aid can not remember the title match, because that's how life is cruel, almost at the same time I learned that the same could not be a mother, had ceased to be daughter.
The truth is that we tried everything, natural, evening primrose oil, the Andean maca, doing a handstand after
, vitamin E and vitamin whole alphabet. We also tested the
divine, after undergoing an abortion traveled north by car and ended up in Santiago de Compostela, for testing, which are not. Finally
scientific. Three unsuccessful inseminations, two invitro, another abortion, another in vitro and Gabriel came in the worst cycle, after hormone as if to make a sex change, leaving only two embryos were transferred
me two beautiful embrioncitos and grateful biologist told me the day of the transfer while I waited, sprawled on the couch and watching the fluorescent, with relatively little faith to this point in the script that pair of cluster smaller cells that lentils, take root in my womb.
The maker of such a miracle God Dr. Albert Cabero and Chiron Clinic team Barcelona.
And you can tell the church, Mass, never better, that my son is not a miracle of science, but a miracle.
That certainly is not nor will it be baptized unless he decides to do so.
No I snapped this paragraph to the poor mother that I had made the comment of artificial child
, just told him a son, whom neither know, you're able to let the skin.
