In bodies worn, by trials bold,
Operation procedures, young and old.
Blocked blood flows, a challenge to face,
IUI's uncertainty, a hopeful, yet fragile pace.
The icy cold effect, of medical air,
Leaves our bodies shivering, with tubes impaired.
Risky life, a delicate balance to keep,
Unconscious sleep, a temporary escape to seek.
The IUI journey, a period of trial and strife
Injections administered, with uncertain life
Unsuccessful attempts, a burden to bear
Yet, for some, success blooms, like flowers in the air.
Four stitches, a testament to a C-section's might
An unsettling feeling, that haunts through the night
Yet, for others, normal delivery's joyous refrain
A miracle birth, that brings life's sweet, sweet pain.
Through surgery's fire, we emerge, transformed and strong,
Preparing mentally, physically, for IVF's uncertain song.
A dance of hope, in bodies once deemed hopeless and worn,
A testament to resilience, that echoes, and is reborn.
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