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We didn’t really remember all the numbers.

Maybe 10 to 15 eggs. Something like that.

At that time, numbers didn’t feel that important. Everything just moved step by step.

What I remember was this.

Things started to narrow down.

Maybe 6. Maybe 7. Maybe 8 embryos in total.

I just remember what the doctor said.

Most of them were graded B, C… or worse.

Only one stood out.

One that was graded A.

Just one embryo.

I don’t remember the exact moment we heard it. But I remember the feeling.

Quiet.

Not disappointment. Not excitement.

Just… quiet.

Because there wasn’t much to compare with.

It wasn’t “good” or “bad”.

It was simply what we had.

And we accepted it.

From her side, she still felt hopeful.

Even with one, there was still a chance.

We didn’t talk too much about it.

We already knew our ground before we even started.

If it works, we move forward.

If it doesn’t, we accept it.

So this one embryo…

wasn’t just a number.

It was everything we had in that moment.

No backup.

No second round.

Just this.

And somehow, that made things simpler.

No overthinking. No comparing.

Just… move forward with what’s in front of us.

That one embryo.

And today, that embryo has a name.

Ollie.