A Letter to My Future Donor Conceived Child: Kathleen's Letter

Dear Embaby, 

You are a blastocyst!  And you are the most beautiful blastocyst that I have ever seen but I am sure all Moms must think that.  It may not seem like much, but to me, the fact that the last few weeks you’ve been hard at work: dividing cells, growing and passing tests with flying colors… it’s actually everything. Can I be proud of you already? Because I am. 

While you’ve been hard at work, so have I, growing, healing, and preparing my heart for you.  I think you’d be pretty proud of me too; proud of the woman I am becoming, a woman whose heart is worthy of the miracle that will be you.  

You’ve allowed me to dream again. Now all I dream about is the moment we meet. Not the moment we meet face to face, but the moment we meet soul to soul. I have been very patient waiting for you and the reward for that patience will be nine months, nine months of our souls inhabiting the same body. In true Mom style be prepared for my soul to hug your soul a little too tightly for nine long, nauseous, back aching, beautiful months. 

Somehow that privilege, the privilege of ushering your spirit into this earthly world feels like the greatest privilege I could ever have, a privilege that in this moment feels even greater than genetics. Because I have always believed your soul would get to me, in whatever body was chosen to be the vessel. I can’t wait to see what that body, that face, those little toes will look like because it will look uniquely you. And I now know that you were always meant to be uniquely you.

Love, Mom