There you were, my handsome prince, after years of heartache, after multiple fertility clinics, after several failed intrauterine inseminations, after no medical explanations, after 18 eggs, then 12 fertilized eggs, then 2 poorly graded embryos, after IVF and an embryo transfer while nurses held my hands tight and lied through their eyes, “there is still a chance,” while pity stabbed my already broken heart, after the longest ten days of my life, blood work I was convinced was lying and more tears then could logically flow from a woman drained…there you were. I could see you. Barely a speck on the screen, you were there fighting for your place in this world. For the first time in a decade, I could envision myself as a mother and in that moment between us, I found peace.
Wishing you all PEACE, LOVE, & BABY DUST.