to my frozen children

Today marks one year since I gave birth to my 11 embryos — and nine were selected.
I like to believe my children already wanted to send me an angel number, knowing it would make their mom smile. The least they could do… because my frozen children have definitely been expensive.

One year later, I ask myself: if I had known what was going to unfold, would I still have done it?
The postpartum.
Losing myself.
The emotional waves.

Honestly? Probably not.

And yet… maybe that difficult season shaped everything that followed. Maybe it gave birth not only to embryos, but to a new year, a new me, a new way of being, a new way of working. Maybe that experience brought me closer to my true self. We’ll never really know. But today, I choose to honor it.

I also want to acknowledge every woman who is struggling with her motherhood dream, her love life, the absence of the “right” partner, infertility, or the pressure of time and expectations.

You are not too late.
Maybe what we are being asked to do is to make peace with where we are.
To trust a path we never would have imagined for ourselves — and to believe that it might actually be even better.

So I’m sending love to anyone who thinks their life should look different. Because it might be exactly where you are that the magic is being created.

PS: And knowing that my brother has been waking up at midnight, 2 a.m., and 4 a.m. for the past three weeks because his son refuses to sleep in his own bed… definitely makes me feel better. I love being an aunt.

With love,
Marine Sélénée