Infertility: Over It At Last

S&S brought their baby to Bangalore last week. S (male) had of course been showing us videos of the little girl practically from the day she was born (and before, truth be told), but it took six weeks for S (female) and the baby to make the journey from her home town to Bangalore. Yesterday, we went and met the happy family. We coo’ed over the tiny bundle of joy, admired her jet black hair, her fat, pouting lips, her little snub nose, commiserated over the mosquito bites and skin rash that were plaguing her. And, of course, we held her, rocked her, Amit sang to her, we watched her sleep, watched her wake up. It was all very peaceful and nice.

I can’t believe how terribly traumatic this would have been for me  a year ago. Now, it was so completely different. I didn’t even think about how she wasn’t ours or how it would have been if she were ours, or if we’d had ours in the same way or even at the same age. I didn’t think any of this, because ours, both of the little rascals, were wandering about right in front of us, admiring the baby, playing with her toys, turning on the TV and climbing on the furniture as though they were right at home here.

For me, adoption wiped away, if not all, then at least 95% of the pain of infertility. And that’s saying a LOT.