Eight Weeks Earlier
Before all of this happened, Diego and I had been married for eight years.
Our marriage wasn’t perfect.
No marriage is.
But I believed we loved each other.
We had talked about children many times.
At first, we wanted a baby immediately.
Then our careers became demanding.
Then our finances became complicated.
Eventually, we decided that perhaps having children wasn’t meant to happen for us.
I remember the night Diego told me he had scheduled the vasectomy.
“We’ve made our decision,” he said.
I nodded.
“If you’re sure.”
“I am.”
Two months later, he underwent the procedure.
The doctor told him something extremely important:
The procedure did not mean immediate sterility.
Follow-up testing was necessary