When Things Don’t Go As Planned – My Sister’s Struggle With Infertility

Aug 5, 2015 by

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These are my little sisters and me: Becky, Katie and Jessie.  We grew up playing House, Dress-Up, Barbies, riding our bikes, and having dance contests (I was always the judge, and coincidentally, I always won).  For as long as I can remember we wanted to grow up and have babies.  Well, we grew up and Becky and I had babies.  When Katie started trying to have her own babies, it wasn’t that simple.  This is her story – in her own words – of her struggle with infertility and how she ended up with twin boys, born almost three years apart.

  

 

 

 

Katie’s story…

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These two cuties are my sons.  The big one is Michael. He will be 3 in October.  The small one is Dexter.  He is (as I write this) 9 days old. They are my heart and soul, the loves of my life, my everything.  They are unique and crazy and smart and silly and gassy.

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“Gena, do you have something to tellllll meeeeee?” my grandmother asks through the phone, drawing out the end of the sentence as if to tease me.

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