My name is Tamara and this blog is where I share my journey of motherhood, hoping to inspire... and find inspiration. I am many things in this life (I am the Family-Centered Care Specialist for a large, tertiary care pediatric hospital); but my most important, most cherished role, is that of a wife and mother.
I met my husband 20 years ago on a train traveling in the south of France. I was returning from the Cannes film festival; he was a pilot in the French Navy. As cliché as it sounds, it was absolutely love at first sight. We worked hard to complete our graduate studies and build a strong, solid foundation on which to create our family. By the time we were ready, I was 36.
To our surprise, I had no trouble at all getting pregnant. Our first son, Enzo, was born in 2005, diagnosed prenatally with Spina Bifida. He had an excellent prognosis and fought very bravely, but died when he was just three months old from causes unrelated to his birth defect. He never left the NICU.
Five years after Enzo died, and after several months of failed infertility treatments, I naturally conceived our second son. Our beloved Ezra died in utero when I was four months pregnant. He had Trisomy 9.
In my attempt to grow my family, I have been through a variety of infertility treatments and have had four miscarriages. This past year, I overcame my denial, (relatively) embraced my advanced maternal age (I am, unbelievably, 45 years old), and opted to use an egg donor. This blog chronicles my roller coaster ride to motherhood.
I believe children are life's greatest gift. If you have found your way here, maybe you are like me: brokenhearted, but hopeful - and steadfast in the desire for a child. Love and light to you!
I met my husband 20 years ago on a train traveling in the south of France. I was returning from the Cannes film festival; he was a pilot in the French Navy. As cliché as it sounds, it was absolutely love at first sight. We worked hard to complete our graduate studies and build a strong, solid foundation on which to create our family. By the time we were ready, I was 36.
To our surprise, I had no trouble at all getting pregnant. Our first son, Enzo, was born in 2005, diagnosed prenatally with Spina Bifida. He had an excellent prognosis and fought very bravely, but died when he was just three months old from causes unrelated to his birth defect. He never left the NICU.
Five years after Enzo died, and after several months of failed infertility treatments, I naturally conceived our second son. Our beloved Ezra died in utero when I was four months pregnant. He had Trisomy 9.
In my attempt to grow my family, I have been through a variety of infertility treatments and have had four miscarriages. This past year, I overcame my denial, (relatively) embraced my advanced maternal age (I am, unbelievably, 45 years old), and opted to use an egg donor. This blog chronicles my roller coaster ride to motherhood.
I believe children are life's greatest gift. If you have found your way here, maybe you are like me: brokenhearted, but hopeful - and steadfast in the desire for a child. Love and light to you!
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