It’s funny this mothering thing. I was paranoid that I wouldn’t bond with my baby (should I be lucky enough to have one), being unable to identify with one half of their genes, but even now, as our embryos sit in their little lab dishes, I feel fiercely protective of them. They definitely MY babies. OUR babies. I thought about them as I lay in bed this morning. Our 24 little babies tucked up safe and cosy in their little lab beds. Then I felt guilty. Two of those embryos will soon be inside me and I’ll be jetting of back to New Zealand, on the other side of the world, leaving the others behind. What kind of a mother leaves her kids half way across the world for who knows how long. Ridiculous thoughts right?!? But as I say, they’re my babies.
The email from the lab arrives nice and early this morning which is awesome. None of this waiting around, wringing our hands in anticipation. Results are still looking good. That doesn’t really surprise me given the fantastic quality of our donor’s eggs but I’m still almost subconsciously waiting for everything to go wrong. As of this morning we have:
- 1 x Compacting (advanced stage that’s not normally seen until day 4)
- 2 x Ten cells (good quality)
- 15 x Eight cell (9 x good and 6 x fair quality)
- 3 x Seven cell (fair)
- 1 x Six cell (fair quality)
- 2 x Five cells (good quality)
- 2 x Four cells (good quality)
All with minimal fragmentation.
At day 3 our embies should be somewhere between 4 and 8 cells so they’re doing really well. The most amazing thing for me is that none of them have dropped out of the race yet. Yes, we have a couple lagging a little, but they’re still in with a fighting chance. For someone used to having astronomical drop-off in embryos even before day 2, these results are astounding. I’m so soooo proud of them. Go lil embies go! Your mum is here cheering you on.