We go to the clinic
and I am full of intrepidation. I want to leave rather than be told they will
not give me my embryos. I know its silly but it feels more controllable. I
finally have to go in. Maxine is there and she wants to show us our embryos.
Out of the 4 we have 3 perfect ones – grade 1-2 and one not so good at 3-4
cells. The embryos Maxine has chosen are around 8 cells. We see one of them
split. It was so emotional. At that point Owen and I knew we had to name them,
like we had name Hilo & Lohi. We called them Faith & Hope because it
was all we had.
The whole procedure
went very smoothly. I could feel them being transferred. It was amazing. For a
moment in time, I was pregnant. I felt overjoyed.