B&M: The lives of Arthur and Lison - conception and birth

""We met each other at college. In France. It was a perfect love story with a perfect ending. Soon after we exchanged our feelings for each other, we decided to leave our parents and live together. Five golden years. The moon was up, the stars bright and whatever came seemed to be alright. And then we decided to have kids. For me, what we were sharing was already complete and I did not want a marriage to exchange vows.  But for Pierre - traditional that he was - he wanted marriage. I was fine as long as it ended with Pierre and me together. We had a simple marriage, a romantic honeymoon and we started the next important step of our lives.
Soon we knew it wasnt working and we needed medical intervention. At the same time, Pierre got the order to move to India. So we would move and kept the faith that the Indian soil would bless us. It was our first IVF. I took the endless pricks and the infinite tablets. Four embryos were placed in my uterus and I was asked to wait two weeks with more pricks each day. The D day arrived and I had given my blood sample to test for pregnancy. Three hours it would take to pronounce the verdict upon us. One of the longest three hours of our lives. "Mrs. Chloe" was the call and we paced ahead from our seats into the doctors cabin. Hand in hand. We took our seats looking for a clue in the doctors face. Nothing. She flipped my file and smiled at me. "Congratulations! You're pregnant! And with twins!". Tears rolled down from both our eyes as I spontaneously got up to hug our doctor. No words could express our thanks at the moment. Pierre and I closed our eyes in short prayer and we thanked God. And the indian soil - blessed us it had. Indeed.
Our pregnancy moved on when we had the first trouble. It was nine weeks and the baby on top was losing fluid and our doctor said I was progressing towards an abortion. I was at the hospital for a week while the doctors waited for the babies to come out. Miraculously the baby gained fluid by end of the week and we were sent home. Time passed and this repeated twice once in wk 15 and once in wk 21. The baby on top is a girl I kept telling Pierre. Cause she fought time and again. Week 24 and I started leaking fluid again. This time it was bad news - there was infection all around and the doctors said the babies were better out than in. They pushed a further week and induced labour on 19th February at 15:30. At 15:51 Arthur was out. In two minutes our fighter followed. She was a girl. Our little miraculous Lison. ""
One of the lessons i learnt during my hardship was the importance of prayer. And to what we need to restrict our prayers to. God created life - or the atom or the boson or the first sperm / egg or whatever we could call it. And I decided that I would ask God only for HIS creation. To create or to preserve. Nothing more. And nothing less.
Cheers,
Hopie