So as I was waiting the 15 days to see if she was pregnant, I felt very positive. It was a time in my life where I really needed some good news. My relationship was very rocky, it had been since the start of this journey; work was well stressful doesn’t even begin to cover it, and I was getting ready to leave Bahrain and settle back in Toronto. Which meant closing up my company in Bahrain, selling my apartment and transferring my life to another part of the world. The night I received the results I was traveling to Toronto for Christmas so I thought for sure she’d be pregnant. I would land in Toronto, go visit my parents and give them the best Christmas present I could give them. Around 6 pm I receive a text message, “Hi, Sorry but this time it is not in favor.”
My heart stopped. I felt the weight of the world crash down on me. I couldn’t understand why it wasn’t successful. They had chosen the best and strongest embryos, why? The clinic was of no help, there was not much they can do but wait until the 2nd embryo transfer. The person who took it the hardest was my dad, bless him. He also didn’t understand why and began to give suggestions on how the clinic can improve their methods. I explained to him that I’m sure they know what they are doing and to wait for the second transfer. I was devastated, completely defeated, my partner at the time was kind of supportive but I could feel that he was a bit relieved that he had more time without a baby. I remember getting on the plane that night with my best friend, she didn’t really know what to say to make me feel better. But just having her with me helped. I didn’t sleep at all on that 24-hour journey from Bahrain to Toronto. The only positive thing that I was heading back to home and surrounded myself with the love and support of my family. I ended up staying with my parents for 2 days not leaving my room, picked myself up and waited patiently for the second transfer.
