Back when I was 39, my husband and I tied the knot and eagerly began our journey to start a family. After months of trying to conceive with no success, we approached a fertility clinic for help. Unfortunately, we faced the heartbreak of three miscarriages, leading us to pause our treatment. To our surprise, a month-long getaway in Indonesia became the unexpected turning point we needed. At 41, following a smooth amniocentesis, we welcomed our beautiful son into the world in 1999.
However, when trying for a second child didn’t yield results the traditional way, we sought the expertise of Dr. Miller at a fertility center and found an egg donor. With just three embryos, my husband and I were cautiously optimistic. To our joy, I became pregnant with our last embryo. The first three months felt like a significant milestone, as many miscarriages occur during that time. When my husband suggested an amniocentesis, I hesitated, given that the egg donor was only 26. However, he wanted assurance about our baby’s health, so we proceeded with the test around four months into the pregnancy.
Sadly, the news was devastating; the geneticist called one evening to inform us that our baby had Down syndrome. The odds of this happening with a young donor were about 1 in 1,000. We were just incredibly unlucky. My husband and I had previously agreed not to bring a special needs child into our lives, and with heavy hearts, we made the agonizing decision to end the pregnancy. Our IVF miracle had turned into a tragedy; not only did we mourn the loss of our unborn child, but we also faced the reality that this was our last embryo.
Navigating the grief of losing a pregnancy, especially after a poor prenatal diagnosis, can be isolating. While we received a few messages of condolence from friends, the support soon faded, and we were left to grieve alone. I found solace in online communities like A Heartbreaking Choice and a local support group for families who faced similar situations.
Friends encouraged me to move on, suggesting that I redirect my energy toward new endeavors. Yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I still had one more child to bring into the world. After much discussion with my husband, we decided to pursue another egg donor, despite the financial strain it would impose.
With renewed hope, I became pregnant on the first transfer with our new donor. I worried about how my love for this child would compare to my bond with my son, but I was determined not to let genetics define our family. The pregnancy was smooth, and on the day after Christmas, we welcomed our daughter, Emma, into the world. She weighed a whopping eleven and a half pounds!
All my worries melted away the moment I held her; my husband, son, and I instantly fell in love. Emma is now two years old, and she’s a bundle of joy—just like her brother. Our journey to parenthood was filled with challenges, including multiple embryo transfers, miscarriages, and the heart-wrenching loss of a pregnancy. Yet, after all the struggles, we were blessed with two beautiful children who enrich our lives every day.
As a side note, we currently have eight embryos in storage, and we’re looking for a couple who might need them. We hope to find a family in the Bay Area interested in an open adoption, allowing us to maintain a connection with them. Our children are both tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and fair-skinned, with a healthy family history. If you think there might be a match, we invite you to reach out.
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In summary, our path to parenthood was anything but easy, but the love and joy our children bring us make every struggle worthwhile.