Dad-to-be Catches the IVF Train
IN THE darkened room I stared at the screen, hoping, pleading for a flicker. I knew Mandy was doing the same. Dr Frey, “the maker of dreams and the dasher of hopes”, moved the cursor, searching for movement.
None of us spoke. A spoken word would confirm what was before our eyes. Despite all our hard efforts, life had evaded us. The ticking of the clock broke the stillness.
Dr Frey disturbed the ticking.
“Can’t find a heartbeat, maybe we missed something, not looking good. Need to do another scan in three days. It’s rare that we can’t find a heartbeat.”
He looked at Mandy. “I’m sorry, but don’t get your hopes up.”
Dr Frey left the darkened room.
Mandy lay on the examination table and gazed at the ceiling.
THE morning had started with such high
