When my dear husband and I were undergoing infertility treatments I often daydreamed about a chubby cheeked, curly haired toddler, decked out in frilly, pastel Easter finery frolicking in a lovely garden.
On Monday we took our little 15 month old daughter, Zahra, to the ultimate garden party—the White House Easter Egg Roll. Watching our sweet baby girl laugh, dance and twirl in her pretty sky blue frock on the South Lawn brought home for us just how far we’ve come in our four year quest to become parents.
I am the oldest of nine children, my husband is the youngest boy of seven. For years I often joked that our families are “as fertile as the Nile Crescent”.
We always thought it would be so easy.
Two miscarriages later —including a heartbreaking loss on the cusp of our second trimester—countless painful infertility treatments and a pregnancy bout with severe hyperemesis gravidarum, a rare and dangerous nausea disorder, we were finally blessed with our daughter last January.
And all of a sudden, we were faced with fresh—albeit—delightful challenges as new parents.
TODAY Moms published a piece about our fun day at the White House and what I learned about living a life that is “the stuff of dreams.”
I look forward to sharing it and other tales of toddlerhood and time spent tracking down politicos with all of you. More importantly, I look forward to a dialogue about parenting, partnerships, and politics.