pudnanewell1986
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The wife (34F) and I (34M) agreed last year to try for a baby. We were incredibly blessed and got pregnant within 60 days and were over the moon. Fast forward to week 8 where we had to go to the ER for abdominal pain...Turns out she had a heterotopic pregnancy.
Trigger warning: unpleasantness ahead
For those who don’t know, a heterotopic pregnancy means two eggs, both fertilized but at least one stuck in the Fallopian tube. Usually, “plan B” and try again is the “remedy”, but with a viable egg, we chose to fight for our babies, which meant surgery and at best, only the implanted egg in the uterus would be viable and the one in the Fallopian tube would have to be sacrificed. By some miracle, it remained so.
Fast forward to the gender reveal; it’s a boy! I immediately had that “YAY” and subsequent “what would have been” feeling.
Our son was born reasonably healthy though small. He’s 9 months now and thriving. Every time he does something new, I get that same double edged feeling. For the most part, it doesn’t affect me too much day-to-day.
The other day, he was playing with himself in the mirror. It broke me. I cried. More than I’d like to admit. I know neither my wife or I are to blame, and I’m incredibly thankful for the boy I do have (especially after a horrendous pregnancy for my wife) but I can’t help but miss his sibling, even though we never met.
Sorry for the long post. Not sure why I posted it, maybe I’m hoping it will help me in the long term. Hold your kids tight. I know they’re tough to deal with sometimes, but man... aren’t they just everything and then some? Much love to all you parents.
Trigger warning: unpleasantness ahead
For those who don’t know, a heterotopic pregnancy means two eggs, both fertilized but at least one stuck in the Fallopian tube. Usually, “plan B” and try again is the “remedy”, but with a viable egg, we chose to fight for our babies, which meant surgery and at best, only the implanted egg in the uterus would be viable and the one in the Fallopian tube would have to be sacrificed. By some miracle, it remained so.
Fast forward to the gender reveal; it’s a boy! I immediately had that “YAY” and subsequent “what would have been” feeling.
Our son was born reasonably healthy though small. He’s 9 months now and thriving. Every time he does something new, I get that same double edged feeling. For the most part, it doesn’t affect me too much day-to-day.
The other day, he was playing with himself in the mirror. It broke me. I cried. More than I’d like to admit. I know neither my wife or I are to blame, and I’m incredibly thankful for the boy I do have (especially after a horrendous pregnancy for my wife) but I can’t help but miss his sibling, even though we never met.
Sorry for the long post. Not sure why I posted it, maybe I’m hoping it will help me in the long term. Hold your kids tight. I know they’re tough to deal with sometimes, but man... aren’t they just everything and then some? Much love to all you parents.