Day 6 Blastocyst Success Stories Novels & Stories

“But yes—so far, it’s promising.” Amy closed her eyes and pressed her palm to the glass, as though willing the embryo to endure. Ellie moved to her. At the two-hour mark, Dario prepared the retrieval tools—fine micropipettes, a new well slide, sterile buffer. Ellie and Amy watched as he opened the incubator, the seal breaking with a hiss. First, he extracted a tiny sample for microscopy. Ellie peered into the scope. There—a cluster of cells, uniform, dividing in perfect synchrony. The initial mitotic phases had begun. “It’s viable,” Dario said, voice barely controlled. “We’ve got an embryo.”

"Mrs. Vance, due to poor sperm quality, it's highly unlikely that both embryos will survive. One of them is already severely underdeveloped. I'm putting you on nutritional supplements for the time being, but if things don't improve in two weeks, I strongly advise a selective reduction. If not, the pregnancy will pose a threat to the healthy fetus." The doctor's words rang in my ears. When I opened my eyes, everything was pitch black. I could only faintly feel a little lump of flesh next to me, and it was noticeably smaller than I was.

Oh, right you don't know what I'm talking about. After that conversation on the boat? We were with a gynecologist who specializes in vitro fertilization the following week. After that came the process of collecting Eva's eggs (It was horrible to see her go through that kind of pain) the choice of the surrogate belly, which we didn’t have to look for a long time since Gena had volunteered, pleasantly surprising us to us to be able to live more closely the pregnancy. It also helped that, although neither Gena nor Pierre wanted their own children, they were happy to help us through this event.