Life Rarely Goes as Planned
The day our twins came was the best and worst day of my life.
I had always dreamed of having a large family. My father’s parents were married over 60 years, had five boys, 16 grandkids, and 28 great-grandkids. My childhood was filled with family reunions at which each family would wear color-coded polo shirts, ours in a bright blue. We looked like a box of crayons—one my husband and I wanted to add our color to.
We had been together for over a decade when I sold my first company in 2008. It was then that having a family became the new North Star for the life I wanted. We were young, healthy, and happy. Our families had no history of infertility. We followed all the advice for emotionally and physically preparing ...