It’s been almost 2 months since that ill-fated, cold December morning. Though the pain has faded, the sorrow of our failure has not. Whether it’s photos of our family and friend’s babies babies posted on social media, or passing pregnant ladies/young families out in town, constant triggers for our grief are everywhere. Please don’t judge me by thinking that I resent any of these people; It makes me smile when I see their happy faces together. But I just can’t help being reminded of what might have been.
I feel stupid talking this way when I think of the people that go through miscarriages or the people that sadly only get to spend a short time with their babies. Even though my wife was never officially pregnant, I’m told that it’s perfectly normal to feel this way as she did have a tiny embryo growing inside her for a few days.
We’ve slowly started to get on with our lives. Christmas has been and gone, and we’ve seen in a new year full of new potential and above all, new hope. We still have some of my frozen sperm samples from my previous treatment and we have a follow-up appointment with the consultant in 3 weeks. Our hope is that we will be offered the opportunity of a second chance at happiness.