While giving me the 7pm injections, my husband informed me that he probably wouldn’t be there for the intralipid appointment tomorrow. He was able to rearrange his schedule to be there for the scan, but not to go across town for the two-hour infusion.
Eh, par for the course, welcome to the foreign circus, such is my life, blah, blah, blah. Do I dream of him having a normal job in the U.S.? Yes. Did he miss out on almost every.single.part of the first IVF and FET in Minsk? Yep. He couldn’t even be there while I was under general anesthesia, nor was he there for transfer, nor was he there for the FET. This is my life, our life. The “powers that be” dictate his schedule and we just play along.
I’m not whining, really, I’m not. So many foreign-service spouses have had it so much worse than me. A good friend med-evacted with a second trimester miscarriage, her husband deemed too important to leave the country to be with his wife. Friends delivering babies in the U.S., their husbands on opposite sides of the world.
So yeah, going through IVF, or at least aspects of it, alone, not a big deal. Just another part of my life.
Thank goodness for taxis