Every day I was away, pregnancy tests kept arriving in my inbox.
Tiny lines of hope, appearing quietly, following me across time zones.
And then today, I finally met them in person scan after scan, heartbeat after heartbeat.
One woman broke down the moment her baby’s heart appeared on the screen.
“Fifteen years,” she said. “Fifteen years of trying.”
This was her very first IVF cycle.
We both cried the kind of tears that come when something you have waited for so long finally feels real.
In that small scan room, it wasn’t just an ultrasound.
It was everything those years had carried the waiting, the losses, the unanswered questions, the resilience, and the courage it takes to keep going when hope feels fragile.
Moments like these are deeply humbling. They are a reminder that fertility treatment is never just medical. Behind every result is a story that may span years or decades, shaped by patience, grief, determination, and quiet bravery.
These are the moments that make me pause and breathe. The moments that stay with me long after the lights go off in the scan room and the reason, I never take this work for granted.