Shredding

I was cleaning out our medicine closet --in which I keep every medication and every Rx handout I have ever gotten. I am big on going to the doctor, but not big on taking the medication they prescribe. Which left me with a bunch old Rx paperwork and pills to flush. Then I have this whole section of INFERTILITY medication. And needles and syringes. And a lot of paperwork...All of it will expire before we would ever think of another FET--so, it's destiny is to be shredded. I put all the paperwork in a big bag and brought it to work to shred. In the bottom  of the box I found the ID bracelet from my FET on 3/20/11---and I thought--SHRED! I don't need to keep the memories I thought would end up in my baby's memory book, but ended in the heartbreak of an ectpoic. SHRED!

As I was standing at the shredder---I finished what I thought was my last piece of paper to shred and there it was at the bottom of the bag glarring at me. The ID bracelet. Which made me think again---and then it clicked. 3/20/11 wasn't just the day that the egg that ended up the embryo that ended up ectopic was  retrieved. It was the day the egg that made the baby that kicks me at night and craves Special K at 3 am was retrieved. It could end up being the day that all our children were retrieved--and it is with that perspective that the bracelet got promoted from SHRED to baby book---where it was destined to be, eventhough I couldn't see it that way (for a while)....