“Do you want to know the gender?” the doctor asked me, after delivering the news of our healthy embryos.
“What?”
“Do you want to know? Many people want to select.”
“I just want the healthiest embryos,” I answered reflexively. “The ones most likely to survive.”
My doctor had just delivered the genetic testing results of our 13 embryos, created in the lab through in vitro fertilization: three healthy embryos, two girls and one boy. After multiple miscarriages, I wanted a baby who would live. I didn’t care if it was a boy or a girl, with blue eyes or brown, or curly or straight hair. I wanted a baby who was breathing.
I am an accidental fertility expert. Fertility was not something I thought much about, until confronted with years of trying to conceive and the devastating pain of my first miscarriage, followed by six additional miscarriages and almost a ...
