Preface: I would have never thought I was “the type” of woman who would write a post like this… but, here I am. If anyone is reading this who is not going through infertility, I swear, I am a perfectly sane person.

Dear tater-tot,

Your dad and I love you so so much, and we are so thankful you are here with us today. We have hoped and worked for this moment for so long, and we are glad to have you, if only for a few days.

I pray that you are healthy and strong, and that you are working as hard to survive as we worked to create you. And, if you are not healthy and strong, I pray that we are strong enough to let you go.

I know it might seem entirely too hopeful and naive to be embracing what is surely not a viable pregnancy, but you are our first, and we want to celebrate you. I’ve never been able to say “I’m pregnant” before. We’ve never had that second line on a stick that means that there’s another little something inside of me. I’ve never felt a cramp and actually had it be an embryo implanting. I love knowing that all of these things mean you are with us. If only for a moment.

I want to thank you for giving us hope. Even if we never meet you, we have so much more hope now, that someday we will meet our own child. It has been such a hard, long road. There were many times where we nearly gave up, and despaired that this would never work. Knowing that you are here today will help us keep going. Thank you.

I am going to try my hardest to enjoy every minute that you are with us. To celebrate you. To acknowledge how blessed we are. We will never, ever forget you.

Love,

Me