My husband Gregg and I had two different fertility specialists tell us that we would probably never have children. Then, when we had been married for six and a half years, we had our precious son Andrew (now 32).

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Eighteen months later, to the day, we had Matthew (now 31).

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Two and a half years later we had our beautiful daughter Lisette (now 28).

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Two boys and a girl. Most people thought we had our perfect family.