“That cardboard box held our future. It contained our dreams, our blood, sweat and tears. It literally contained tiny pieces of us that would change everything we ever thought we knew about life.
Within that cardboard box was a metal tank with our cryopreserved ‘medium grade’ embryos.
That was the day we officially met our kids. It was the first day we held them and loved them. It was a day full of daydreaming and laughter. It was a day full of conversation about trips to the ice cream shop, family vacations to Disney World, Christmas mornings, running around the playground and strolling through the park.
We knew that if nothing ever came from that cardboard box that at least we had spent one day as ‘Mom and Dad.’ We had one day to think about the possibility of having kids! We had one day doing the small things that bring a little joy to a hectic family life. And we had one day with the thought of infertility being a distant memory and not a devastating reality.
So, we took that cardboard box on an adventure as we traveled to our new fertility clinic. We buckled them in and enjoyed ourselves at different destinations like the park, McDonald’s, the local pet shop, the grandparents’ house and we even picked out our Christmas tree with them. We played baseball and dolls and went for a stroll on a rainy day.
Today as I write this, I sit here staring at the contents of that cardboard box. On August 8, 2017, we welcomed triplets into this world. Neither of us could have ever foreseen this happy ending. With every potential adoption failure, every foster care discussion, every fertility treatment we tried, we imagined a lot of things, but nothing prepared us for the reality. We never could have imagined the moment we heard each baby let out their first cry in the operating room. We couldn’t have imagined the tears in our eyes as we stared at each one of them in their NICU isolettes. We couldn’t have imagined being even more in love with each other than we already were. We couldn’t have imagined the kind of instant love that only a parent knows. We couldn’t have planned a better life than the one God has given us. It was all totally worth it! We are forever changed — because of that cardboard box.”
This loving story was submitted to Love What Matters by Samantha Clark, 29, of Oregon. Submit your story here.
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