“One of the reasons I began thinking about the actuality of having a child was that I was overflowing with love for my wife and wanted a place to put that love,” Akhil Sharma writes. Illustration by Dadu Shin When Akhil Sharma and his wife, Christine, began discussing I.V.F., he was forty-nine and she was fifty. Sharma had never wanted a child, and his wife had given up hope of having one. But then a colleague mentioned a friend who was in her sixties and had just given birth. “Our minds snagged on this anecdote,” Sharma writes, in a gorgeous personal essay in this week’s issue. So begins their journey into the roller-coaster world of donor eggs, fertility-clinic visits, and regular hormonal injections. The process prompts Sharma and his wife to reflect on and even reconcile themselves with painful memories from their youth, including experiences with poverty, illness, and difficult relationships. They nickname their unborn baby Ziggy, for “zygote,” and start imagining what she could be like—law-abiding, but with a “strong mocking personality.” Sharma reads biographies of female scientists and politicians, and wonders, could Ziggy be the next Janet Yellen, running the Federal Reserve? Sharma’s essay is about the many trials and marvels of crossing the bridge into parenthood. But it is also about the stories we tell about ourselves—and, even before they’re born, of our children. —Jessie Li, newsletter editor Read the story. |
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