Crouched on the floor of the shower, the pain of my monthly cramps was not the only reason I cried. Each month, the same.
I thought we were unbreakable, I thought nothing could come between us. But when I stuck those needles into my skin, we somehow became indestructible. Pain and heartache and longing between us both, I never felt closer to you than when you put the ice pack on my bruised belly and we silently wished between laughter and tears.
10 eggs, 7 mature, 5 fertilized, 2 remaining for transfer, nothing.
14 eggs, 11 mature, 7 fertilized, 3 remaining for transfer, empty.
18 eggs, 13 mature, 7 fertilized, 1 single left to transfer. A strong, beautiful boy named Ezra. From 18 came Life.
I used to wonder about those other eggs, too fragmented for survival; those embryos that died out too soon; or the ones that merely didn't stick inside me. But no longer. Our miracle had arrived.
