Two years ago today was a huge day. We spent the morning anticipating a very important phone call - a call that would let us know how many, if any, of our three frozen embryos had survived the thaw and were ready for transfer that very afternoon.
When the call came, we were told that the first had survived, the second hadn't, and the third had. We had no more frozen embryos left, so if this cycle didn't work out we'd have to start again from scratch. We were hopeful, though, that transferring two embryos would give us a much better shot at achieving a pregnancy.
That afternoon we made our way to the fertility clinic and I was admitted to the ward. The thing I remember most distinctly about the time we were waiting was hearing two songs; "Move" by Little Mix, and "Troublemaker" by Olly Murs (how prophetic that turned out to be!) Those two songs always take me right back to that moment. The mixed feelings of hope that this would finally be our time, but fear that it would fail again. And fear that fear would negatively affect the outcome, so trying to suppress that and remain optimistic, yet realistic. It's such a confusion of emotions.
And now, here we are, 2 years on with a 17-month-old bundle of mischief, bravery and determination. He is every inch a hero.