It has been nearly two months since COVID-19 hit the pause button on our IVF treatment. The first few days were spent in a mixture of anger, disappointment, and sadness. I just couldn’t understand God’s plan for us in all this, and it didn’t help that our doctor couldn’t provide an estimate on when we could resume the treatment cycle.
A few weeks back, I got a call from our doctor suggesting I can start birth control pills in the CHANCE that Cedars allows fertility treatments to resume in May. Then yesterday, we got confirmation that we can start the last leg of our treatment! So this morning, I went in for an ultrasound and blood work, and unless something else goes awry, we’ll be able to schedule the embryo transfer in about five weeks.
The question that lingers in my mind is, “Do I dare hope again?”
There’s no guarantee that this round will work; there’s no guarantee that any of the three embryos we froze will result in a new addition to our family. So…
Do I dare hope again?
Yes.
It’s a teeny, tiny spark, but it’s there.