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Our Embabies

We have 4 frozen embryos waiting for us here in Chicago... waiting for us to decide when we're ready to try an FET (frozen embryo transfer) to bring a sibling for Ms. C into our family.  I remember when we did the retrieval, feeling so sad that we only had 5 viable embryos as a result.  It seemed like such a small number.  I could never have guessed that we would find success with our first transfer and meet Ms. C.  It only takes one.  We know we want to have at least one more, if not all of babies we've created with our first IVF cycle.

Things we're certain of...

... we want more children.
... we will not destroy unused embryos.

Things we're wondering about...

... what if we conceive future child(ren) naturally?
... how long do we wait before trying again?  What if it takes more than 1 cycle to find success?  How long can we carry the expense of keeping the embabies frozen?  My parents graciously supported us with 1-year of freezing but how long can we carry this annual expense?
... the possibility of donating unused embryos & how might it feel to have a child(ren) out there and for C to have full-blood siblings in the world that she might not ever know? Is it possible to have a semi-open adoption and be close(ish) with the family who adopts?  Because I'm getting emotional just thinking about this possibility, as C feels like a piece of my heart and I consider our embabies with the same regard.
... what if we cycle 4 times and are unsuccessful?  Would we try IVF again?
... what happens if the embabies are "donated to science?"  What does that mean?  What happens to our babies in that process?  Research?  Seems scary.


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