regardless of how i sound in this blog, i am a happy person. a grateful person. a satisfied person. and an optimist. usually.
and this week, things have (already) been going my way...at least things i have been battling.
M has been potty-trained for over a month, but would poop in diaper. well this weekend, on his own, he decided he would stop using diaper and go in the toilet.
he also ate fruit today. without me begging/pleading/bribing. he ate a pint of blueberries.
lastly with M, he napped without a struggle. usually i have to lay with him, tell some stories and let him drift off. today, i dropped him on the bed, went to the bathroom and came back and he was with closed eyes.
V actually thanked me for visiting his family on sunday...two weekends in a row. nothing dramatic just a 'thank you' in response to me saying i was glad we brought M to see his cousins from GA. this does not seem major, but maybe he sees a little how different it is for me than it is for him.
lastly, i have been happy this week. happier than i have felt in a while. i have not let myself get completely wrapped up in how the embryos are doing. or if this will work. or won't work. or if we will try again or end this journey. i think i may have found a sliver of peace within.
and so with these little happenings, or shall i say victories, i am going to build a new hope. a faith that what happens will be right. and that we will be ok. me, V and our family, however large or small it turns out to be.
and maybe, just maybe this IVF cycle will go my way*.
*or maybe the effect of the drugs are wearing off and i am getting back to normal!
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