We finally got a chance to meet with the doctor today. We wanted to talk about our other options, but we also wanted to better understand what went wrong the last time. We tried to follow the protocol and do everything right. So, did we have a bad embryo? Was my wife's uterus just not hospitable? Was it just bad luck?
She started off with the normal spiel about how our advanced ages give us a low percentage anyway, so sometimes it takes a couple of tries to get it right. But as the conversation progressed and she probed with more questions, it came up that my wife had had the flu right before Christmas. When we started to map out the timeline, we realized that she must have gotten it and started to show symptoms right after the implantation. Suddenly, our doctor was convinced that this is what caused us to miscarriage.
I don't know what to say about that. A chance encounter with someone that had the flu. A complete and utter coincidence. Incredibly bad luck. And just like that, our one embryo was suddenly facing a hostile environment that rejected and killed it. It's not an easy pill to swallow, but I guess at least now we have an answer. It wasn't us or something we did.
