This morning there was a brilliant show on BBC Knowledge called Superhuman.
Clearly a series – and hosted by the same bloke who does “Child of our Times” – also a brilliant BBC documentary.
I missed the beginning of the show, and have never caught the series, but within 30 seconds I was hooked.
When I came in it was all about these parents and how they were going for IVF. This was the first time I had caught the show, and it really was very interesting.
One couple had had a previous child with cystic fibrosis, and had gone through a horrific experience. In wanting to fall pregnant the second time, they wanted to genetically test the embis to check if they in fact carried this trait.
They then implanted a pre-tested embi back that did not have cf, so the couple went on to have a healthy son. (I am simplifying the process here as I is simple folk)
The second couple were Jon and Alice, and they called themselves everyone’s favourite aunt and uncle.
They are THAT couple who are dying to have kids but are being th-warped at every turn. They are the couple that would make great parents, but by some stupid set of circumstances, they are knocking their respective heads against a brick wall.
It seemed to have something to do with when the fertilised egg started to divide. Alice had an enzyme that caused the embi to not divide equally and eventually the embi would start to disintegrate. (Again I am simplifying it here considerably.)
The reason I am telling you this tale of woe, is Kennith and I are lying in bed watching this while Isabelle (13 months) is bouncing around on our bed. She is at that bounce around stage – where every now and then she tries to throw herself off the bed, and the only thing keeping her anchored is either me or Kennith holding her leg.
I glanced over at Kennith while we are watching the show, and realised how truly sad he was for these couples on the show.
I could actually see the disappointment on his face when Jon and Alice’s procedure was not successful, and he groaned out loud for them.
I often say that Kennith is a good egg.
The fact that he can look at this situation as a man, and could really grieve for a couple he does not know, made me go all warm and mushy for him.
He could have sat there and scratched his balls (as you do first thing in the morning), and played games on his iphone. But he sat and watched the show and showed real emotion for these people who are trying to have a baby of their own.
He is a good egg that Kennith is.
<of course then the show said that in the time we have been watching this show, I have lost three eggs, while Kennith has produced about 20 000 sperm – Kennith then asked me if I had anywhere to put the sperm … sigh>