It was a little surreal to write this post. 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 a permanent visa to extend our stay, we also looked at purchasing our first house in the city. We found ourselves in You can also find out more about the following: A sweet spot in our daily lives here in Barcelona, surrounded by friends we love (including Teo’s adorable little group of buddies), fulfilling work that we both enjoyed and a return to the post-pandemic travel around Europe.
Our hearts were broken when, one day, during an ultrasound our doctor went silent. 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. It felt like months were spent in a frustrating grief timewarp. My body still held on to the pregnancy, making it hard to move forward.
