To the little embryos that did not implant after our IVF transfer,
I find myself grappling with the uncertainties that accompany this journey. It’s difficult to comprehend why things unfolded as they did. I ponder the reasons behind your absence—why you didn’t implant as I fervently hoped and prayed you would. I am left wondering why our IVF transfer did not succeed and why you did not grow into the beautiful children I envisioned. I will never hear your heartbeats, feel your little kicks, or experience the joy of nurturing you within me.
I cannot understand why you were not meant to be my children. I struggle with the reality that my existing children will never know you as siblings, nor will my parents have the opportunity to call you their grandchildren. I ache at the thought that the names I so lovingly selected for you will remain unspoken.
The burden of infertility weighs heavily on me, and I often question why I cannot simply experience what many deem “normal.” My body seems to resist fulfilling my deepest desires, leaving me feeling incomplete in so many ways—my heart, my womb, and the part of my soul that connected to you during the transfer. I don’t know how long it will take for the emptiness you left behind to heal, or if it ever will.
Despite these uncertainties, I want to express my gratitude for what you gifted me during our brief time together. You instilled in me a profound sense of purpose. You made me feel a connection beyond myself, teaching me the importance of nurturing and protecting you, transforming my body from a source of frustration into a vessel of hope. You brought to light the fragility of life and the need to cherish every moment.
I am thankful for the 11 days of hope you provided. In that time, I experienced what it felt like to be pregnant, even if only in spirit. I made choices with your best interests in mind—requesting decaf coffee, avoiding hot baths, and practicing prenatal yoga. These actions, though they may seem small, allowed me to feel the extraordinary nature of pregnancy, even if I was never truly pregnant.
I cherish the memories we created together. Although I may feel a sense of emptiness now, I hold on to the fullness you brought into my life. I remember the love, optimism, and possibilities that filled my heart during those days. I will always carry you with me, both in my heart and in my memories.
So, even though our paths have diverged and our destinies were not meant to intertwine, I find solace in my gratitude for you. Even as I write this letter through tears, I appreciate the gift of our time together.
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In summary, my reflections on the embryos that did not implant reveal a blend of grief and gratitude. This journey has taught me about love, hope, and the fragility of life, and though we may not have crossed paths as I once dreamed, I will always carry you in my heart.