Last night I got a new tattoo. I love it so much. Each of my tattoos have meaning for me, this being my fifth one. They seem to take on more meaning as I get them. This one, well it has meaning in spades.
Nine. Nine embryos have been transferred into my waiting womb. Nine. I have one living child. You do the math.
Nine little birds have been placed in my body, and only one rests her feet on the earth. Since my daughter was born, I have sung Blackbird to her, so it was only fitting to choose black birds to represent all that potential. Six grey birds for the embryos that didn’t take. Two white ones for the ones that did but couldn’t stay. And one, beautiful bird taking flight to represent my beautiful amazing girl.
Nine. As you can see, there is room to add more. I’d rather not add to the grey side, and please, please, please not another white one. We’re hoping for one more black one, but…
I’d take two.