After trying to have a darling for a whole year without achievement, my husband and I finally decided to see a fruitfulness specialist. We started with three rounds of IUI using Clomid, but none of them functioned. After some tests, the doctor told us that IVF was our best shot. I was terrified of needles, and suddenly, they became part of my daily monotonous. When the big box of medicines arrived at the doctor’s office, I couldn’t hold back the tears. The fear of the unknown and the thought of all those injections overcome me.
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Our first IVF cycle finished with a heartbreaking bad result. But since we had five frozen embryos left, we obvious to try again. This time, I took a pregnancy test early and it was positive. We felt a surge of hope, believing this could be our wonder. But just a few weeks later, I was told I would fail. Then, during one ultrasound, I saw a faint heartbeat. It felt like a miracle. Sadly, the heartbeat vanished the very next week.
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The third effort brought another early loss. My heart broke meaningful I couldn’t yet give spouse my the joy of being a dad. Further testing exposed the cause a genetic subject called Balanced Translocation. Our doctors clarified that IVF paired with PGS testing to select fit embryos was our only chance. Out of fourteen eggs, only four touched the testing stage, and three of those were fit girls.
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We moved the strongest embryo and waited anxiously. During the heartbeat ultrasound, I was too frightened to open my eyes until I heard the most lovely sound the steady, strong heartbeat of my baby. After a long labor and early reductions, our rainbow baby, Brynn, was born strong on July 12, 2013, weighing 7 pounds, 1 ounce.
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Years later, we vexed again. I dreamed of having three daughters. The second beginning was lost at six weeks, and before I could even grieve, we moved the last, weakest embryo. She was doing well until I was hospitalized at eight weeks due to heavy flow. Even then, I allowed myself to love her deeply from the start.
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At 33 weeks, I went into preterm labor. She was rushed to the NICU right after birth because the doctors couldn’t stop it. Seeing her tiny body roofed in tubes broke my heart. I stayed by her isolette for three days, attending to the screens beep and viewing her chest rise and fall. She weighed only 4 pounds, 15 ounces, but she was a fierce little combatant.
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Courtesy of Calynn Rosano
Our path was filled with fear, loss, and uncountable needles, but also wonders. After years of pain, I finally detained two beautiful daughters in my arms. Every moment with them reminds me that hope no matter how aloof can lead to the greatest consecrations.
