Okay...seriously. I apologize ahead of time if you are the next person who asks me "Why Vegas with a baby?" or the next person who gives me the 'look'....not so secretly questioning my parenting abilities because we've chosen Vegas as a destination for our family vacation. I may reactively jump across the room at you.
Yes, Vegas is better known as 'sin city', and many people enjoy that Vegas. The Vegas filled with booze, gambling, and various questionable late night activities. This is NOT our Vegas.
For those that don't know us well, let me fill you in a bit. Over the last 3-4 years, I have spent more than 28 nights in Vegas. Yes, more than 4 weeks total--insane for me being that it's a destination with no beaches or hammocks. Of those 28 nights, 24 of them we spent trying to start a family.
No, we're not talking the "let's leave town, reduce stress, and hope we get pregnant". We're talking flying across the Country to seek out the best medical doctors and treatments type of trying to start a family. Many nights were spent here with my husband, and also a handful with my mom and my sister. Yes, hubby was only here part of the time, but each night the goal was the same.
Every trip to Vegas began with a dream. The dream of having the family that our hearts longed for, and the hopes that our time in Vegas would make this dream come to fruition. Because of our goal, and the hope that came along with it, I began to love Vegas. I took in the sights on the strip, and the excitement and hope that came along with each trip. Vegas immediately meant something so different from the 'sin city' that most people know. Vegas was filled with hopes, and dreams, and excitement. Vegas was also the city that showed me true selfless love. It showed me that my amazing mother and sister would do anything to help our dreams come true. And when I say anything...I mean anything. All with family and friends at home cheering us on. Vegas brought our whole support system together, with everyone praying that this trip would be the one resulting in our miracle. I spent hours of quality time with Megs, talking about life and love--all while she showed me that she would do anything for me. Mom and I took time just the two of us, which is something I so enjoy and love. Megs and I hiked at Red Rocks. Mom and I went shopping and did plenty of eating. Vegas was a place of bonding.
Yes, 2 weeks after every Vegas trip, we were crushed mentally and emotionally. Our hearts would ache for the dreams which were no closer than they were before our trip. Many of our lowest lows came about 2 weeks after a trip to Vegas. But those memories remained. The thoughts of hope and dreams. The reminder of selfless, unconditional love given by friends and family. The thoughts of the miracle that we knew someday we would be blessed with.
And our someday is here. Our miracle has arrived. No, not the way we first thought it would and surprisingly enough it had nothing to do with Vegas. Even still, my unexpected love for this city remains. And although it wasn't our first choice for a trip with little B...it certainly wasn't the last. We've come full circle, and all I can say is that our Vegas is better than your Vegas!
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