Crouched on the floor of the shower, the pain of Marian's monthly cramps was not the only reason why she cried. Each month are the same.
She thought were unbreakable, she thought nothing could come between them. But when she stuck those needles into her skin, somehow became indestructible. Pain and heartache and longing between them both, she never felt closer to Tim than when he put the ice pack on Marian's bruised belly they silently wished between laughters and tears.
10 eggs, 7 mature, 5 fertilized, 2 remaining for transfer, empty.
18 eggs, 13 mature, 7 fertilized, 1 single left to transfer. A strong beautiful boy named Ezra. From 18 came life
Marian used to wonder about those other egss, too fragmented for survival; those embryos that died out too soon; or ones that memory didn't stick inside her. But no longer. Their miracle had arrived.