This was my se
cond time around with the embryo transfer process, so you would think I’d be a pro between the injections, medications, and the embryo transfer. Embryo transfer day is when the pressure settled in as I wanted this to “work” so badly. Melissa only had two embryos, two chances that depended on my body to cooperate and so many what ifs crossed my mind. Trying to remain positive and hopeful for Melissa and internally filled with anxiety praying the first embryo will stick. The first embryo was a boy. A boy I’d hope my own son would meet and grow up with. A boy carrying on his father’s memory, last name, and stealing his mama’s heart. A little boy’s love is like no other and I wanted to give her what I considered to be her “best chance.”
We spent two nights together for the embryo transfer and it was comforting and relaxing. Since we are close friends, it only made it more special to go through this together.
The transfer was such a special moment as we watched on a screen the embryo make its way safely into his secured spot. The transfer itself is completely painless in my opinion, and it only takes about 10 minutes. Melissa was definitely shedding some tears behind me, but they were happy tears. Knowing her little boy has now been placed, we waited 12 days for a blood test. 12 days of wondering the outcome, 12 days of communication of hopefulness and discussing the potential heartbreak to come.
It’s a BOY! We received the pregnancy news, and my HCG levels were HIGH! The excitement was almost unbelievable, and I was so relieved. I knew at that point I’ve done everything I could to get this baby to stick around! Melissa deserved happy news, and I just felt a sense of relief giving that to her. I was highly optimistic moving forward her little guy would be a fighter and embark on this journey with us.
