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When we went back for the next transfer, nothing felt guaranteed.

We had embryos frozen from before. This time, three were transferred.

Two implanted.

For a while, it felt like things were finally moving forward again.

But not everything stayed.

Around 14 weeks, one of the babies stopped developing.

That feeling came back in a way I already recognized.

But this time, it was different.

There was still one continuing.

So there wasn’t space to fall apart the same way. I had to keep going, even while holding both things at once.

What was lost, and what was still there.

The rest of the pregnancy moved forward quietly.

Carefully.

Not with certainty, just step by step.

And eventually, the baby was born.

Even now, when I think about it, it doesn’t feel like a clean ending.

It just feels like this was where we arrived, after everything that happened before.