To My Dearest Little Embryo,
Tomorrow is a big day. You’re going to be in for a wild ride. I need you to be strong and hold on as long as you possibly can. Do you know why? You’re our last chance at completing our family.
Dad and I have tried over the last eight years to complete this family of ours, and you’re the final ticket to our grand finale. We have prayed for you, waved at you as we drove by the clinic, hoping one day you’d be in our arms to love endlessly.
As you begin your journey in hopes to help us finish ours, we hope you know you’re coming into the most loving, silly, and supportive family with the two coolest older brothers you could ask for. We want you to know how many sleepless nights we had, hoping there would be more in the future with you in our arms. The nervous feelings when we would await phone calls, hoping you would continue growing until the magic Day 6.
The year-long struggles were not easy, including time off from work for procedures, blood draws, or the big retrieval day. Not to mention the endless amount of shots and the lies we told your future family members because we couldn’t emotionally handle the conversations that would come after the initial reveal. We continued to believe.
It’s your time to shine, and I can’t wait to meet you one day. And if you do come into this world, please know that our hearts have been with you since Day 1, and we just know you’ll do amazing things in life. We have believed in you from the start, and we don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
This letter has taken me over four years to write, and as I close this final chapter in my infertility journey, I am anxiously awaiting for you to run downstairs for breakfast soon. What a privilege it’s going to be to see you grow from a tiny embryo to a man one day.
With Love,
Mom
