I researched all the hospitals both here and abroad. I put my husband through hell! I had no time for socialising, no time for niceties. Every minute of every hour was spent researching what my blood levels meant. What prenatal vitamins to use, what alternative medicine, would give me the highest chance of getting pregnant.
We, when I say “we” I mean, “ I” finally chose a hospital in London. One of the top ones. I knew I only had one shot, so I had to throw everything at it. The daily sniffing to down reg my body, was just another day closer to achieving my goal. Every blood test, scan and daily injection was allowing me to get closer to my beautiful baby. I actually saw my boys at 2 cells, 4 cells, and again at 100 cells.
I had two blastocycts put back and waited. I tested 2 weeks later, and just knew it had worked. I was pregnant with one baby. Now I could allow myself to think about what sex I wanted.
I wanted a girl.
“My son” my goodness they must be the best 2 words in the English dictionary. Although I laboured throughout the night, the following night I just sat at the side of my bed and fell in love. I truly was the luckiest person in the world. R was perfect. I was so proud of him being him. There was not a moment when I wished I had had a girl. He was perfect just as he was.