Olivia’s fifth transferversary

This is the first year Olivia has taken an interest in the fact that she used to be a microscopic embryo. Honestly, the poor thing is going to understand IVF more than sex when it comes to making babies.

She was so excited to take her photo with her embryos. Actually, I may have promised her gum if she’d cooperate.

But five years. It’s been five years since we went through that transfer. We still don’t really celebrate it and I wish we could have made cupcakes today but work had to prevail. I think this will be the last blog post of her transferversaries, but we’ll continue to take photos every year and explain to her what this day means to us.

The truth is, things have been so busy with a new baby and the fact that we’re all under one roof 24/7 because of COVID-19, and my mind hasn’t been able to reflect fully back on 2015 like it has in earlier years. But the awe I have for this little girl even when I want to pull my hair out hasn’t changed. In fact, it wasn’t until she hugged me tightly before bed tonight that it hit me that it’s been five years.

It blows my mind, the little girl she’s become. How far I’ve come from the person laying on the hospital bed in stirrups while our last hope was placed carefully into my uterus. I hope she always knows how miraculous she is. How much she was wanted and fought for. How much it means when I wrap my arms around her little body.

Right now, she thinks it’s fun to hold the picture. She’ll soon know what it really means.