On February 11, 2012 I had 27 eggs sucked out of my swollen ovaries. On that day those eggs met the Professor’s sperm and BAM – a slew of maybe babies were born. Somewhere in the midst of those tiny fertilized egg was my Chicken. One year and one day later I perched on an exam table as we inspected my now 20-week old baby who was made a year and one day ago in a lab in Kentucky. If things had played out differently and A.) I was not a hyper stimulating machine and B.) that one special Chicken embryo had been transferred fresh five days later, things could have been so different.
Instead, though, the Chicken was frozen with five potential other siblings. Two months later one maybe baby was thawed, transferred and took up residence in my womb for a few blissful weeks. Later the five remaining maybe babies were shipped from their home state of Kentucky to Ohio via overnight mail in a very high tech cooler. The next two maybe babies were bust. The buddy that was transferred with Chicken didn’t make it but the Chicken? Well, he or she is still trucking along and is making me a big, sappy pile of Belle right about now.
I’m just dumbstruck by this little baby’s journey so far, and he or she has not even been born. My baby, my Chicken, is a tremendously special little babe. I want him to know how fiercely he was wanted and how he came to be – in a petri dish in Lexington, Kentucky on February 11, 2012. I think we will celebrate his or her fertilization day every year in addition to his or her birthday. Nothing really big, but some kind of acknowledgement of the date in history that will be forever burned into my memory. The day that my baby came into being through an amazing act of science.