At 7 o'clock in the morning in the corridor of the reproductive center, the smell of disinfectant water mixed with the heat of the heater came to your face. Sister Lin put the refrigerator for promoting excretion medicine in her arms, and swiped her fingertips across the words "follicle monitoring" on the medical record. This is her third time in the week. Under the down jacket, the pinhole bruise on her arm has not completely subsided, and the new injection reminder has been lit up in the mobile phone memo.
:.In repeated B-ultrasound monitoring, hormone injections, and embryo transplants, they used their bodies as bets just to wait for a new life to come.
In the drawer of Sister Chen's dressing table, there is a row of empty bottles of excretion promotion needles neatly packed. The "urinary follicle stimulating hormone" and "chorionic gonadotropins" on the label are like a string of unfamiliar passwords.
,,“”“”."I had to go to the hospital at first, but then I practiced it myself and could stab it myself in the mirror." She rolled up her clothes and the dense pinhole marks were particularly eye-catching on her fair skin."The most painful thing is not the needle sticking, but the hot flashes and night sweats when the hormones are disrupted. When you wake up in the middle of the night, the pillow can twist water."
,,,“”,.Once, when a company was established, a colleague handed her a cup of milk tea. She waved her hand and said,"I quit". Looking at the laughter of others, she suddenly felt like an "alien"-a woman at this age should have planned a trip and discussed wearing clothes., but her life was left with cold terms such as "follicle size" and "hormone number".
,,“,”.In a daze, she remembered what she had told her husband when she got married,"I want to have a baby who loves to laugh like you." When she woke up, the swelling in her lower abdomen surged. Her husband held her hand and her eyes were red: "The doctor said that the quality of the follicles is very good, and we are one step closer to the baby." She wanted to laugh, but tears fell first.
"35 years old is a hurdle, and the AMH value drops faster than stocks."
“35,AMH.”The 36-year-old Sister Wang crumpled the checklist into a ball and unfolded it. The value of "1.2 ng/ml" on it was 0.3 less than the previous review. The doctor suggested "direct fresh embryo transfer", but her endometrium was not thick enough, so she had to freeze the embryos first."It's like putting freshly germinated seeds in the refrigerator and I don't know if they will survive when you take them out."
,“”.Sister Wang bought the pregnancy test paper at the "wholesale price" and rushed into the bathroom as soon as possible in the morning every day, staring at the lines on the test paper in a daze. Once when she saw the light pink second bar, she patted it with shaking hands to her husband who was in a meeting. The other person replied "I'll be back soon" in seconds, which made her squat in the bathroom for ten minutes before she calmed down. But after testing again the next day, the lines faded again. She held the toilet and cried until she retched. It was not until the doctor called and said,"The blood value is not up to standard, and I am ready for the next transplant." She barely stood up.
,“”“”,.The coach knew her condition and specially adjusted her movements,"Don't worry, your body is preparing a hotbed for the baby." One day after practicing yoga, she touched her abdomen and suddenly felt that no matter how long she waited, it was worth it-"The baby was just picking a better time to see me."
"Give birth while you are young, don't be too picky""My neighbor's daughter-in-law can do test tubes once. Are you too nervous""If you can't, adopt one, you'll still be a mother"-every family gathering, these words hit Sister Lin like hail.
“,”“,”“,”--,.Once, her mother-in-law stuffed the "Child-Seeking Talisman" into her bag and said,"Wearing it tightly for three months will definitely work." She endured it again and again, but she still threw the Talisman in the trash can and had a big fight with her husband.
.Once she got up to drink water in the middle of the night and saw her husband smoking on the balcony. On the screen of her mobile phone was the page "Methods to Improve Male Sperm Quality". She walked over and said,"It's not your problem," but the other party quickly turned off his mobile phone."Go to bed early. I have to go to the hospital tomorrow." She knew that her husband was afraid of pressure on her, but this "caution" made her more lonely.
,“”.There is no need for small talk when you meet. You will understand by looking at the medical records in each other's hands. Some people shared "cheap and easy-to-use progesterone gel", others reminded "which doctor's number is easy to grab", and others wrote notes on their successful transplant experiences and copied them to every new sister. When Sister Lin's first transplant failed, it was her "supervisor" Sister Zhang who sat with her in the corridor all night."Cry, we will fight again after crying"-this sentence became her spiritual pillar.
The most moving picture I have ever seen was on a snowy afternoon.
,.In the corridor of the reproductive center, Sister Wang was slowly helping Sister Lin, who had just finished a transplant. Both of them were wearing loose down jackets, like two clumsy penguins. Sister Lin's husband followed behind with a thermos bucket, which contained warm chicken soup."The doctor said to drink more chicken soup to replenish qi and blood, so I specially added red dates." Sunlight fell on them through the window, turning the snowflakes gold.
There was a mother who printed out all her medical reports and bound them into a notebook. On the cover of each booklet, she wrote “Baby’s Growth Diary”. Another mother painted smiling faces on the needles used for ovulation induction, saying, “Each needle is like an invitation sent to the baby.” And there was also a mother who, after successfully becoming pregnant, gave away her unused medications and notes to her “supporter group”. She said, “I have been caught in the rain, so I want to provide an umbrella for others.”
,.Those nights when they collapsed in hormone fluctuations, those arms covered with needle holes, and those checklists that were deformed from grip are all medals for their fight for love. They may cry, be confused, and doubt themselves, but they never want to give up-because in their hearts, there is a small life waiting for them to hug.
,.She ran out of the doctor's office with the exam sheet and shouted "The blood value has doubled" to her husband on the other end of the phone. Her voice was crying, but it was particularly loud. The sun shone on her face, and I suddenly discovered that the fatigue and haggard that I had once been plated with a layer of light by hope.
,,,.They use tenacity and love to plant seeds of hope in test tubes. Even if they have to wait for a long time, they firmly believe that they will wait until the day when the flowers bloom.
May every mother who walks the path of research and development be cared for by fate with kindness. May the pain hidden within those tiny needles and long waits eventually transform into the baby’s first cry—that is the most beautiful sound in the world, and it is also the best reward for all their perseverance.