Of every work of ART (assisted reproduction technology) I’ve read, The Two Week Wait is the masterpiece. This was the novel I was waiting--far more than two weeks--to read! Instead of relegating IVF as a side plot, Sarah Rayner seamlessly interweaves extensive research on the multiple facets of fertility treatment into the engaging theme of the story. The story is narrated by the dual perspectives of Cath and Lou, “mirror mothers” who anonymously partner in egg sharing together. “It’s not that she feels responsible, exactly, it’s that she feels bound. There’s a connection between her and her recipient and it might be invisible, but it’s powerful nonetheless.” Their unique experiences and outcomes as a lesbian single and straight couple contribute to the credibility of the characters and realism of the plot. The English diction lent a quaint charm to the universal themes of motherhood, family, and how we define and pursue them both.
“Sitting here on the beach bringing home to her why she wants to be a mother; she wants to be part of the earth, the cycle of things, to help give meaning to her place on the planet… ‘I think you’ve hit on one of the main reasons I want to have a child...It’s simple really: I just want to create a happy person...Deep down I’ve realized that I have an intrinsic belief I’m meant to create life. It’s part of what makes me a woman...I would be far more distressed at being unable to do what a woman is meant to do...Primordial...Yes, I could carry on going out, sometimes have a few too many. Yes, I could slave eight till eight till I drop. Yes, I could buy a convertible. But ultimately, life is about people, lived experiences, not hedonism or money or possessions--and nothing is as fundamental as the desire to procreate...And whilst there will be another chance to buy a fancy car, there will not be another chance like this to have a child.”
But when nature fails and nurture (via technology) offers a solution, sparks fly. On one hand, nurture asserts, “Research shows the outcome from IVF using cyropreserved embryos is uniformly positive, with no marked increase in birth defects or developmental abnormalities...There are many women who have had babies from donor eggs and they are in NO WAY NOT THEIR CHILDREN. Yes, you may need help getting there, but when that egg has been fertilized...grown inside you for nine months and it’s you who has carried it, nourished it and felt every movement, it is most definitely you baby...a child is what they become because of the love they receive from their parents and the experiences and lifestyle they are given...even if it’s not genetically ‘yours.’”
On the other hand, nature opposes any type of assistance or advances as interference. “I’d have expected that attitude to conventional medicine if she was some born-again religious nut...Sukey wouldn’t know God if he came along and thrust a burning bush in her face.” Is that me, too? What if embryo adoption is my burning bush, a bouquet aflame with His divine provision for me, and I stubbornly refuse to see it because I am so miopic in my determination for tradition, convention.
After two failed IVF treatments, Cath experiences an epiphany. “Whenever she’s felt herself getting excessively preoccupied or fretful, she’s developed her own vituperative mantra: Fuck it. After all, what will be will be.” The Epilogue left me with eyes welling up with tears and a heart woven into the fabric of the pastel-colored patchwork quilt gift between mothers. “His middle name is Matthew, which means ‘gift from God’...this name is in honour of you.” A fitting ending to a novel that is also a gift from God.