How is a girl supposed to get through the in-between day?
The day after beta number one; the day before beta number two.
One year ago, I had two [4 week + 6 days] embryos nestled in my womb.
One year ago, I had Emmanuelle.
What a crazy ride. From then, when I was begging God for something—anything. To now—I reflect on my dreams finally having come true, and it’s already been a year.
Fear consumed me one year ago. My husband told me I didn’t even seem happy as he searched the iPhone app store for pregnancy- and daddy-related apps.
I was happy. I was terrified.
I had to protect my heart. The body does what it does, and it was supposed to absorb a significant [additional] amount of HCG from the day before to the next day.
I remember driving to work the next day after my second beta blood draw. I got a flat tire.
I decided not to tell my husband because who cared anyway? It was beta day number two. It needed to rise by 66 percent. IT ABSOLUTELY HAD TO RISE OR ELSE …
“… Oh, and I got a flat tire!”
I don’t know why I reflect on these things, but I do.
Rowan is everything and more than I could have ever imagined. She’s impeccable. She brings me so much joy. I love her, my darling Rowie.
There’s someone missing. And I had her a year ago.
Those were my happiest days. I cherished every moment, not knowing my pregnancy would end so soon and abruptly.
When you know this is your one and only season, you cherish every moment—uncomfortable or not. And I was preeeeetty uncomfortable. the. entire. time.
No matter how many times I say it, write it, or think it, “I miss her,” just doesn’t do it.
But we will celebrate her and Rowan in two days—at the March for Babies!
Rowan met Dr. Levens, Nurse Mary, and my donor egg nurse, Pam, last week.
With a bit of muted excitement, Nurse Mary asked if there were any more embryos waiting for us.
“No, my two girls were my only ones.”
We admired beautiful Rowan, posed for pictures, enjoyed each other’s company. We hugged, and I told them I loved them.
And just as he’d told me many, many times before, Dr. Levens made his exit with this statement:
“Well, we’re not going anywhere …”