I am a bit shcocked and pretty saddened by this thread tbh. I really didn't expect so many of the responses to be so very negative. Op I get it. We had dd, got pg first month, aged 35. Joy. She is the light of our lives. We adored having a baby and watching her grow. So much so that I couldn't contemplate having another until she was 2 as we wanted to be able to exclusively enjoy our time with her.
When she turned 2 we started ttc'ing. When 6 Maths went by with no joy I instinctively knew something was wrong and though medical advice is that this is not Long in the world of ttc'ing. I just knew and stared acupuncture and healthy eating etc.
Fast forward 1, 2, 3 years and every single month we hope this is the one. Dd is now 5. We have fielded many questions and insensitive questions. We relish every moment with her. But they are a little bitter sweet as we being to realise we will only get 'one' of these milestones - 1 first steps, one first words, one first day at preschool then school etc. Doesn't mean we didn't enjoy them. I would argue that already having a child and knowing EXACTLY what that meant made our longing for another even more acute than our longing for a first was.
We did 3 rounds of Iui. One round of ivf. Financially and emotionally they broke us. I gave up hoping then. And it wa a deep deep sadness only shared by me and dh. We had brave faces on for the world and dd.
7 yrs after starting ttc'ing no 2, when dd was 9yrs old I unexpectedly got pg. It was miraculous and joyous and utterly terrifying. I was 45 then and spent an entire weekend crying tears of pure joy. We lost that baby at 12 weeks and we we plunged into an even sadder sadness. There will be no more babies for us. I am 46 now and while we give dd everything any child could want or need we grieve the baby we lost and the two who did not make it through the ivf process.
Our lives have been shaped by this experience. It is as simple as that. Pepe in here have been unbelievably insensitive.