Charlie, my assistant on the other end, was ecstatic, "Miss Hoffman, did I hear that right? You've been gone for six years. Are you really coming back? You're not joking, right?"
I placed my hand gently on my slightly rounded belly and gave a bitter smile, "No joke, this time it's real."
After hanging up, I immediately scheduled an appointment with the top obstetrician in Houston for an abortion that afternoon.
The attending doctor was none other than Dr. Grant, who had performed my IVF treatments. He was shocked when he heard I wanted an abortion.
"This child is the result of more than ten IVF attempts. Are you really going to terminate it?" As soon as Dr. Grant finished speaking, the surrounding nurses also looked over.
With a pale-faced, I nodded firmly, "I'm sure."
Troy had oligospermia. We'd been married for six years and always dreamed of having a child of our own. To prepare for pregnancy, we went through over ten IVF cycles and made countless hospital visits.
Even the doctors and nurses at this hospital recognized me. They knew how desperately I wanted this child.
Once, I was anemic and the doctors advised me to focus on recovery and delay IVF, but I insisted on continuing.