Dear little embryos, those who did not take root after our IVF transfer,
I find myself pondering the mysteries of life and why certain paths unfold the way they do. It’s a question I wish I had the answers to. I don’t understand why you didn’t stay with us, as I hoped and prayed you would. I can’t grasp why our IVF journey didn’t yield the beautiful lives I envisioned you could have become. The thought of never hearing your heartbeats or feeling those tiny kicks is a profound sorrow I carry with me.
I’m left wondering why you weren’t meant to be part of my family. It pains me that my children will not know you as their siblings, and my parents will not have the joy of calling you their grandchildren. The names I lovingly chose for you will forever remain unspoken.
I grapple with the weight of infertility, questioning why I was chosen to endure this struggle. The yearning for what feels like a ‘normal’ experience often feels out of reach, and I’m left with a body that seems to resist fulfilling my deepest desires.
The absence you left is palpable—in my womb, in my heart, and in the part of my soul that connected with you when the doctor placed you within me. I’m uncertain how long it will take to heal from this loss, or if I will ever fully mend.
Yet, amidst this sea of uncertainty, there is one thing I am certain of: I am deeply grateful for you.
I cherish the sense of purpose you provided me. You made me feel that my existence was tied to something larger than myself; you instilled a sense of responsibility to nurture and protect you. In that brief moment, my body became a vessel of hope rather than a source of pain. You illuminated the fragility of life for me, teaching me to treasure every moment.
I am thankful for the 11 days we shared, even if they were not marked by a traditional pregnancy. During that time, I experienced the joys of expecting—making choices for your well-being, from avoiding caffeine to practicing gentle yoga. It allowed me to glimpse the profound beauty of life, even if only for a fleeting moment.
I hold onto the memories we created together. Though I feel a void now, I recall the fullness of love and possibility you brought into my life. You filled me with optimism and a sense of purpose, and I will forever remember carrying you in my heart.
So, even though our time together was brief and our fates diverged, I want you to know that I am grateful. My tears may fall as I write this, but they are also a testament to the love and hope you inspired within me.
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In conclusion, while I may not have all the answers, I hold onto the gratitude for the brief time we shared and the lessons learned.
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