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We’ve come a long way baby. Can’t believe that was her first home a mere year ago.

525600. That’s approximately how many minutes have passed since the “conception” of ourdaughter. 

February 14th 2019. 

Not too many people can say that. And that makes me happy. 

Not because that makes me a part of an elite group or something. 

No. No. Actually opposite. I am glad that there are parents out there that didn’t have to go through this at all. 

525606 minutes ago we walked out of that operating room at Newlife Fertility in Mississauga with our breath held, fingers crossed and hearts in our hands. 

You see, we were in the exact same spot approximately 151 days before that and 230 days before that. As they say, 

Wake. Pray. It’s Transfer day!

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This was us just before we went into our transfer. Tired, anxious and sugar coating it to get us through. Third times a charm!

(shudder)

I look back and see the shear cloyingly sweet candy coating that I pasted all over these days makes me slightly nauseous. 

Makes me definitely nauseous. 

I mean, yes, I was trying to be positive and such. But hey, I knew the odds and how the cards can be stacked against you. 

I was over 40, obese, high FSH and low AMH (no eggs), on prednisone and immunosuppressants, peri menopausal, my lifestyle wasn’t the healthiest and well, I was in a pretty shitty mindset. 

And this was IVF shot #3. 

You might be asking yourself, why is she sprouting numbers like a mathlete in heat? 

Numbers make it real. Hard fact. Takes the emotion out of the story.
I can’t romanticize numbers. They just are.

You see, I am writing this for me as much as I am writing this for you. 

Posterity for my mind. 

Back to our scheduled programming. . . 

525600 minutes. 365 days. 

That little 5 day blastocyst that could. 

She started off slow and low beta numbers but man did she grow like gangbusters after that. 

And 39 weeks and 2 days later she arrived. 

All because 1 year ago, a little tiny embryo decided to nestle in for the long run and call me mama. 

Valentine’s Day will forever be special. Because 1 year ago today, I not only had the man of my dreams with me, but I met the love of my life in that tiny little Petri dish 🥰