Sometimes, when you have put your emotional all into something it still doesn’t work, your last ditch effort still doesn’t fix it. Sometimes things just aren’t meant to be, even when they should be.
22 Eggs, 19 mature, 13 fertilized, 8 made it to day 3, 6
made it to day 5, One fresh embryo transferred only two suitable left to
freeze.
3 out of 22.
You can’t help but be disappointed; you can’t help but wonder
why?
As much as you don’t think you will be emotionally attached as
a donor aunty until there is something physically there to see and be attached
to, as much as they tell you they can’t promise anything and you say you
understand, nothing prepares you for all the what if’s, all the maybe’s and that
in the end all you are left with is a bunch of statistics and numbers that
steadily decrease along with your hope.
Three.
3 chances: 1 in 3
pregnancies end in miscarriage
Two.
2 chances: Will it even stick? The Fertility Specialists say
50% chance.
One.
1 chance out of 22
I have never been good at maths but I don’t like those odds.
I should be looking on the glass is half full side – 3 chances
or even 1 chance is better than none. But it’s really hard to do that when they
said my eggs were good, they said BILs sperm was good, so why?
Seven.
Seven more days until we find out if it has worked, find out
if she is pregnant.
