It’s been more than a year that I’ve written a post for this
blog and I feel horrible. It seems like I’ve lost the last drop of my energy to
two insanely cute and grossly irritating and demanding toddlers. I feel guilty
whenever I complain now. It was the only thing I desired for years. To have a baby.
Of course, it was the greatest miracle and some superpower that my endometrium or lining agreed with two
implanted embryos who eventually grew into the cutest twins.
It’s amazing that with all the medicinal advancements, the
success of IVF is hugely dependent on something that the infertility specialists cannot
control - Implantation. They can increase the chances of implantation as they
prep your lining to be healthy, but doctors still cannot control what goes on
inside you after injecting your (hopefully) prospective babies.
It’s like god’s way of reminding you that not everything is
in your control.
If you’re out there waiting for the result (the dreaded 2WW), keep the faith. And
if it didn’t work out this time, remember never ever give up hope. If your heart
really desires, the stork will find a lil’ one to be delivered to you sometime really soon.
