This week marks four years since we went through our embryo transfers. Four years. It doesn’t seem possible. But yet, it is reality.
This time four years ago I was hopped up on hormones trying to make the appropriate environment for the embryos that awaited us. I was hopeful and fully surrendered to a bigger plan and I wouldn’t let myself imagine that it wasn’t going to work.
This time four years ago, three embryos were on board and I loved each one from first sight. I prayed for each and while I have no idea how we would have handled three, we were willing to accept the path handed to us.
This time four years ago, my questions were different. Instead of “I wonder if this will work and if it does how many will it be”, my question is “who will adopt their siblings and will we have the strength and endurance to survive this journey called parenthood.” I hope one day that their siblings get a chance out of the freezer and that their “special consideration” label isn’t a deterrent.
This time four years ago, I only knew one other person who went through embryo adoption. Now, I have a network of moms and moms-in-waiting across the country with whom to share this experience.
This time four years ago, I had no idea the hard work and stress that accompanies children, but I also didn’t know the depth of joy one gets when holding your child for the first time or seeing their eyes sparkle with excitement.