Somewhere, up in Heaven, my Dad is doing a very happy dance.
I hadn’t been sitting in my chair at work yesterday for more than two minutes when the phone rang.
It was my sister, with some very good news.
See, my sister and brother-in-law have been trying for quite some time to have a baby. They’ve been married since 2002, and decided to wait on having kids until they got settled into their marriage and respective jobs. My sister has always been one to plan things out sensibly… very unlike me, of course.
Unfortunately, though, they have been unsuccessful with their attempts to have a child. Initially they thought something was wrong with her– which was further cemented when she was diagnosed with Celiac Disease last year. But after further research into the situation, they determined that HE was the one with the problem.
Meanwhile, my cousin had her first child a couple years ago, and my sister felt the pressure mounting. They desperately wanted a child. My parents (and his) wanted grandchildren. And I, not to be left out, wanted to be an uncle.
So, after trying everything else they could possibly think of, they decided to try to have a baby in vitro.
Naturally, this is a very expensive, and potentially risky, undertaking– but they were willing to take that risk. And coming from catholic families, It could potentially be highly controversial… but they both wanted to do this so badly that nobody in the family objected with the method. In fact, we all supported it completely.
Yesterday’s phone call was the culmination of months of tests, meetings, trips to doctors, and procedures. They were able to draw over 12 healthy eggs from my sister and a healthy sperm sample from my brother-in-law, and of those samples, were able to fertilize up to 10 eggs. They implanted two of these eggs on the weekend of Oct. 14 and froze the rest.
And yesterday the tests were shown to be positive.
So my sister is going to be a Mom. My mom will be a Grandma. And I will be Uncle Rick.
Naturally we are excited, but with a dose of cautious optimism. It’s still early, and anything can happen. We also don’t know if it’s one baby or two– or more. There is always a possibility that one of the eggs could split and become identical twins. But for now we know that there is at least one healthy baby developing inside my sister… and for that we are very, very thankful.
And with my Dad up there, pulling his strings and (probably) hounding the saints and angels to make this work… it will be a success. Naturally we wish he could be HERE to enjoy this with us… but it’s comforting to know that this baby has a big guardian angel already.
So keep your fingers crossed for us, too. We need all the good luck we can get. I’ll find out more in about a month… and I’ll keep you posted!