life
The Journey – Part 2
The day of transfer is etched in my memory. I wore the same socks I’d worn to every appointment, my bracelet and necklace that held so much meaning. A small superstition maybe, but it made me feel held.
life
The day of transfer is etched in my memory. I wore the same socks I’d worn to every appointment, my bracelet and necklace that held so much meaning. A small superstition maybe, but it made me feel held.
life
Our rainbow baby arrived early at 36 weeks. After loss, IVF and anxious waits, we are finally home with William.