I read a lot about super-husbands who bring flowers, have nice attentions during treatments, cook dinner or come along to appointments so that they can be there with you.
My hubby isn’t of that kind. He’s more of the kind to complain when I go to sleep too early as it means he can’t read, to watch football instead of making dinner or to go out and come back late the night before IVF. He is also the kind to kill my enthusiasm about finally starting IVF with a fight that shouldn’t have taken place. No better start to an IVF cycle than fighting, hear your husband say he doesn’t want to do IVF anymore, and end up sleeping in separate places.
But my husband is also the kind to make me cry when decides to opens up. Here, in my husband’s words:
“I’m sorry about yesterday. I’m sorry I didn’t share your enthusiasm about starting IVF. I would have been really upset had we been unable to start, but I had given it for granted, forgetting that nothing is ever sure and that you spend a lot of time in appointments I don’t go to.
I also want to believe that this time it may work. I want to have a baby with you and I will be really sad if it doesn’t work but I will not give up.
I like this song (see below). I think we can say that we did it all. We’ll do what we can do, surely with some not-so-good moments since human perfection does not exist, but I find we’ve already done a lot and that we can be proud of.”
He can be impossible but I wouldn’t want anyone else.