Our last two transfers have not been successful. May 2013 was a failed transfer (lost two embryos in the thaw and then the singleton transferred went straight to heaven). December 2013 was initially positive and then I miscarried the day before my first ultrasound. It's not illogical that I would be harboring fear/anxiety about tomorrow's transfer.
I'm in kind of a weird place emotionally. I haven't spent too much time dreaming about what if's. I haven't poured myself into frantic pleas to God, begging Him to let these babies live. My life has gone on here and I have allowed myself to be carried along with it. I cannot live distant from my current duties as wife/mother/friend. And that has been helpful. Given me mental distractions during the day.
But then when the house quiets down, I find myself a little more pulled in by the what if's. By the doubts. And I have to take firm steps towards optimism. Towards hope. I try to completely shut down/shut out fear. Thanks be to God, I've been more upbeat than I anticipated.
During Lent I signed up for a daily devotional. One quote resonated with me so much that I printed it and stuck it to my bathroom mirror.
"What is most important? Jesus, You created me in love. You redeemed me with Your blood. Then why am I so full of fear? My life is ruled by fear of failure, fear of what others think, fear of losing the love of those around me, fear of being forgotten, or fear of being lonely. In the past, I've resisted giving You these fears. The most important thing in my life is loving You, so I freely give You these fears. Today I will look for ways to put You first. If I start to wory again, I will stop, give it to You, and then continue my day. May my constant acts of trust and surrender bring You joy." (written by Fr. Leszek Czelusniak)
My fears are different than described in that meditation but the sentiment is the same. I have gone for a much simpler approach this time around. I am not begging or pleading with God. Instead, I have chosen to simply TRUST, putting one foot in front of the other, knowing that God will provide the path beneath my feet. Still terrifying at times.
My friend sent me a message a little bit ago, saying her four year old son prayed for me during his bedtime prayers tonight. "I pray for Mrs. __, because she is going to have a baby soon." He doesn't know anything about tomorrow's transfer.
We are called to have a faith like a child's. Pure, simple, untainted by the world around. I'm trying, Lord, I'm trying.
The transfer is scheduled for 11:30 tomorrow morning.