For some reason I woke up with this saying in my head.
Maybe it’s because I was looking for something related to St. Patrick’s Day.
The cliché of pots of gold and rainbows just wasn’t working, but the harder your work, the luckier you get just kept sticking with me.
Maybe it resonates because the harder the cycle protocol, the more statistically likely it is going to work.
When we first did IUIs, we never looked up success rates.
The doctor who was helping us, told us at our first consult in the summer that we would be pregnant by that Christmas.
The cycles weren’t that hard, and only involved a trip across the border to get infertility drugs, a few shots and ultra sounds, my contribution and a turkey baster looking squirter to put our goulash into Lisa for a shot at parenthood.
No dice.
It would take 2 therapists, 8 more embryo transfers, 3 more reproductive endocrinologist, 4 IVFs, two trips to post 9/11 New Jersey and a ton of support group meetings for us to find our beta pot of gold.
Like the saying goes, the harder you work, the luckier you get.
We worked pretty damn hard to bring our daughter into this world.
Every second, every minute, of the last 10 years of having Elliana in this world has made us the luckiest parents alive (IMHO).
Have a great St. Patrick’s Day tomorrow, and may the luck of the Irish be with you!