It seems strange to be writing in a new blog. There is a symbolic divide between this one and the last. I do not want this story to take over the story of Maggie and Patrick, but I also do not want them to be forgotten. If it weren't for the journey I(we) had with them, we would not be here today; I would be a tired and lucky mother, parenting three children. I would not be on a quest to grow my family with the support of a surrogate. I would not be so filled with sadness, fear, hope, and the subsequent fear of feeling hope.
So much has happened in this journey already, it's quite amazing. I will try to give an account of what has lead to this moment; I want others to see and for myself to remember the journey - with all of its ups and downs - to growing our family. With any luck, one day it can be a story we share with our children of how they were conceived and welcomed into our family.
Above all else, I want to remember Patrick and Maggie. They are in my heart and thoughts always. I think of what was, could have been while also learning to accept what simply, is not. Since they died I have signed cards, letters, etc. with our names followed by two 'hugs' - xx - this is my way of including them in my family, even though they are not here in flesh. I will do the same on each of my posts.
I am sharing this here, so that any readers know, that as much as this is a new blog, the story of our family is the story of our children, including Maggie and Patrick.
xx
