It's 1998 and weíre back in the US. I canít bear to go through fertility treatments again. I canít bear to hope again.
Nevertheless, after a year or two of keeping occupied by furnishing our house and getting re-established in our jobs, we decide to check with a Denver fertility doctor. After all, there may have been medical advances since our first try, and we may not have received top-of-the-line treatment in Syria.
No such luck. We might be able to get pregnant with ds and de. I am still so sad that I wonít get to see what a mixture of Hubby and me will look like. From the day I met him, I envisioned passing on his beautiful blue eyes to our baby.