This is the day that the Lord made, a day SO filled with hope and love. This is also the day that we transfered our Fab Four back to the mothership. I’m so overwhelmed and grateful to have got to this stage again. Now all we can do is continue praying, hoping and believeing that this will be IT.
I always get emotional when we see our embies on the screen. The clinic was BUSY this morning – lots of ladies in for mid cycle scanning and we got to see the doc to discuss our babies at around 08h30 or so. We had a look at them – all 7 still around, still holding all our hope in the midst of their cells. We had 1 very fragmented embie and 4 early blasts and 2 compacting embies as at 07h00 this am. Funnily enough our little Limpy had made it all the way to compacting embryo this morning – just goes to show that one can never under estimate your embryo’s. Each and every one of them has the potential to become the child you long for. It’s going to sound weird, but I was oddly proud of our little Limpy – he had overcome the odds and lived to fight another 2 days.
I filled my bladder and then we made our way down to the surgical wing for transfer. We had the whole suite to ourselves – was nice cos we got extra special love and care from our divine FS and the nursing sister and the embryologist. Lying on the bed, I could not help but project to the day I would finally be holding a baby in my arms. We transfered 3 x early blasts and 1 x compacting embryo. (Unfortunatley Limpy did not make it to transfer, and you might ask why we never transfered the 4 early blasts, the embryologist felt that the one compacting was better quality than the 4th early blast) For now they are snug as bugs in rugs. And I’m already in love with what they could be.