Tiny Seeds of Hope in the Everyday Chaos
While we wait for IVF treatment authorization to be approved, the medication has finally arrived—just in time before we leave for vacation. I’m grateful that the burden of medication approval has passed. Now, we wait 15 days for the treatment approval. I’m praying this next step is far less stressful than the medication process.
This month’s awaited menstrual cycle also arrived, and let me tell you—getting older has changed everything about my cycle. Fatigue, nausea, constant cramping, and a migraine that refused to subside made it a rough week.
In the midst of it all, I’ve been babysitting my 9-month-old nephew. It’s giving me practice vibes for what it would be like to have both a toddler and an infant. My 4-year-old has been helpful and attentive, yet a little jealous. We’ve had big feelings this week—especially when he sees his old high chair or bouncing toys being used by someone else. I’ve been reminding him that he’s a big boy now, even though I know it’s not always easy for him to accept.
Still, my heart melts when he wants to help change diapers or when he insists on pushing the stroller during our walks.
Let me just say—shoutout to the moms with more than one child. Toddler + infant life is not for the weak. If I thought juggling work, a toddler, and being a wife was a challenge, this takes the cake. It’s constant motion:
Quiet moments when the baby is asleep and the toddler is entertained
One down, one to entertain
All of us in bed early just to do it all again
And to the dads who step in—know that you’re appreciated, even when we’re overstimulated. Tag-teaming makes all the difference… except when the kids decide they only want one of us. (Parent preference is real!)
To be honest, I’m glad I had this chance to experience what life with two might be like. It reassures me that I’m ready, I’m capable, and it even eases some of my earlier concerns.
What’s next? At the end of the month, I’ll do labs. If I’m in the luteal phase, I can do the ultrasound the following week and start medications. Still praying for success on the first round. Still holding on to the truth that even tiny seeds of hope can grow into mighty miracles.
I’m thankful for every day, every moment, and every experience this journey will bring.
