Two years ago today*, I transferred three thawed embryos that hadn’t developed beyond their cell counts when they were frozen:
The only thing that gave me a shred of hope was that they were all alive and one was 8 cells. But it seemed the deck was stacked way against us and that we’d finally and heartrendingly reached the end of the line. I remember my RE saying, ‘it’s not all doom and gloom’, but it sure felt that way.
My gratitude runs deep and is ever present. If you are in the trenches trying to have your first child or trying to complete your family through ART or adoption, and you are in need of light, love, and a shred of hope, do your best to stay the course. There are no guarantees, but there is hope. If the static and sluggish cells of an 8 celled donated embryo can find a way to do what they are supposed to do, there is hope.
*I just realized that this didn’t publish when it should have