I felt like a fragile object, being released from high above and crashing thoroughly onto the ground.
Where was that hope from an A* grade blastocyst?
What have I done wrongly in my prayers to God? Have I asked in a wrong way ? Was I too self-centred in my prayers? Are my thoughts wrong? How should i go about praying? Did I assume for God again about the blastocyst being His gift of compassion to me?
My mind was confused. Where have I gone wrong? How would my non-believing family view my faith and God?
I waited in high hopes for this third embryo to implant successfully but the reality shattered my being…
Walking through IVF with God 