We are finally coming out of a 2 week snot-fest. Ben had allergies that turned into a cold that turned into a sinus infection. Louis had a cold that turned into strep. I got off light with just a bad cold. A lot of fun, all around.
I've been so busy taking care of a sick baby that I didn't even really pause on Mother's Day to really give thanks for our sweet boy. Everyone commented on how it was my first Mother's Day but, really, I've always felt like a mother but I was just missing the baby. I also have really begun to appreciate the fact that mother's come in many different forms. It doesn't matter if you are a mother via DI, DE, surrogacy, adoption, if you have triplets or if your baby was not able to survive -- once you give your heart to that sweet little babe, you are Mom. I am so tired of various bloggers, people in the media, family, whoever, trying to say that one type of mother is more legitimate than another.
Before Ben was born, I thought the fact that he was conceived via DI would be this huge, looming elephant that would always be in the room but I have discovered that it is not the case. Ben is just Ben and we are his parents. If I was told that we could have a child who was genetically linked to both of us but the catch would be that we wouldn't have Ben, I would decline. Ben may not have been the baby that I had in mind when I first told Louis that I wanted to have a family but I can't imagine having any other baby.
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Wow, that was a rambling post. I blame it on the lack of sleep for the past two weeks.
