The doctor appointment was at 9am one year ago today. I dressed with care, knowing it was silly to think of this as the first impression I’d make on our potential child, but still wanting to dress special for the possible special occasion this would be. Brett took the morning off work because intellectually and emotionally it was important for us to have him there even if physically he didn’t need to be.
They called us back to a room with a TV and then went to get things set up. There on the screen the doctor showed us what they were looking at with the microscope and we talked odds. There were five beautiful looking morulas on the screen. Because of my history we’d be transferring four of them and freezing the rest (eight frozen total).
We went into the procedure room and everyone got everything set up. They gave us a photo of the image we’d seen on the screen. Then they brought in the embryos and put them in me.
We joked about them having Brett’s hair and nose. We made jokes about the process. Then we went out to lunch and dared to hope.
This is what our daughter looked like a year ago today.
Today she’s a beautiful girl who will be 4 months old next week. She has soft curls from her dad and really does have his nose. And she smiles big enough for the whole world.
The first time I saw her will always stand out in my memory.